by Andrea Goodman Hansell

Andrea Adds

A daughter's perspective

Five years after my mother and grandmother sat together in that sunny garden, I sat in the audience as my mother, who was being honored as the Moseley Scholar of the Year at Skidmore College, delivered a lecture on the topic of literary biography. I listened spellbound as my mother spoke with wisdom, passion and authority, and found myself choking back tears as the standing-room-only audience broke into thunderous applause. These tears reflected my tremendous pride in my mother’s accomplishments, and my recognition that the woman I recalled chafing at the bit as a housewife, crying in frustration over crumbled tart shells and chaotic cabinets, burning the soup she was stirring as she read Ulysses, had found a domain in which she could truly shine.

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