![]() Some days, I stand before our bookcases in the living room and think how it feels a lot like standing at the ocean, each book we've read together a seashell, a sand dollar, a starfish, a treasure from our history. Our togetherness is changing still she and I have only to wade through our collection of shared books to revisit the yesterdays of her childhood. We're always close, always connected, but the emotional and financial tethers of dependency loosen more each day. ![]() She's growing up, more adult than child, and the tidal patterns of our relationship seem to fluctuate between two states: shallow and surge. She's working, attending classes full-time, and living at home. MY 18-YEAR-OLD DAUGHTER started college this fall. ![]()
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