" I remember watching my mother emerge from her bedroom on a night when she and my father were going out, all dressed up in heels and hose, a skirt or dress that cinched her waist, her pearl choker like a ring around the moon. I’d watch her from my perch in the kitchen, walking trancelike as she fastened the back of an earring. I’d like to be small again, just for a little while, and feel close to her. I never really appreciated my mother. I never appreciated myself. "

― Betsy Lerner , The Bridge Ladies