.. and then your daughter goes to art school and the life you've made
for her starts to become art. here's 1 minute and 41 seconds representing
my daughter's birth and babyhood. the kid holding the baby is my
husband -- so young. my own mother flits through a shot and i do too. at
first i thought it was made of photographs -- then someone shifts,
turns, silently speaks. to follow up to my piece last week, my daughter
isn't learning to prep anyone's tax return or super-size their fries,
but this beautiful weirdness is happening.