Thank heaven...

Thank heaven for little girls...

Mothers and daughters. The steel-hard and achingly soft emotions that flow between a mother and her daughters form the seeds from which all human interactions and relationships grow. At once, the tenderest and strongest of human bonds. Complicated... yet somehow primally organized - we are bound through blood and bone and through the spirits of the grandmothers who have learned and toiled and gone before.


Forever linked. Bonded through time and space and through the ether that separates the living from the dead. We are one and yet separate for eternity - sharing triumph and sorrow alike... even...and most especially, dreams.