I have a vague first memory of my brother, who I would discover – some 25 years later – actually wasn’t my brother.  I am in my high chair, looking up at him.  I am probably gleefully kicking my feet.  Certainly, I am smiling, wanting him to be as enchanted by me as I am with him.  I am one year old.

“I have done nothing all summer but wait for myself to be myself again.” - Georgia O’Keeffe