Today I went to visit Jenny, one of my oldest and best friends, who was visiting her family in Big Flats, NY. When I was a kid, by the way, I used to confuse the names of the neighboring towns of Big Flats and Horseheads and called it "Flatheads." Used to frustrate the hell out of my mom.

Anyhoe, as always, seeing Jenny reminds me of who I am and where I've been. And we always tell stories of when we were teenagers driving our parents crazy - oh we laugh about it now but back then it was serious business. Today we noted how much we grown-up daughters love our moms, and how so often the roles become reversed.

On the drive back to Ithaca, I played a song by Zero 7 that makes me think of Mom.



Oh, dawn broke
Heavy rains made it hard to load
Is it time for the road?
I don't know, don't know

Father has gone
So let's go hold your baby's head
And I won't let go
Of your hand, child of mine
(Child of mine)

When it's time to let go
Then we'll be up in heaven's ground
Every dream that I dream
Let you have more than mine

Spirits will climb
Into a time of your design
All that I know
Never will be told, oh, child of mine

After the flight
Dead of the night, oh, we'll be peaceful
Sweet laughter calls
All of a sudden, no time for waiting

So I'm off on the road
That I see might be coming
And those dreams that I hold
All for this child of mine

All that I know
Never will it show, sweet child of mine
All that I know
Never will be told, oh, child of mine

Sweet child of mine
Oh, child