I never taught Aidan, but her little sister was in my 7th grade homeroom class ten years ago - Dalton calls its homeroom "House" and there's genuine truth to it - sometimes it really does feel like family. I know that particular house became my family in the year mine fell apart.
But everything has a way of coming back together again - time is scotch-tape for the soul - really there's no substitute. Families, friendships, hearts - they all eventually do mend, and still the insecurities persist and we wonder if we did it right, if we could have done something differently, if this is really how it was all meant to unravel? What happens after we say, "Yes."
Aidan will be at Borders Bookstore on 57th and Park next Thursday at 7:00 p.m. to read and sign copies of her first novel. There is not a single book I want to read more - anyone who has ever taught a Donnelley knows they can write like the wind - they weren't all Bulldogs for nothin' - another lifetime ago I was there, too, but now instead of reading my book from the podium, I'll be reading Life After Yes Do you have an amazing reading chair you could snuggle in for hours and read into the wee hours of the morning?
I love this one from Pottery Barn - a house is not a home until you have discovered your favorite reading spot. I call mine the cave and on lazy, rainy nights when I'm in my Back to A mood I can do some serious hibernating.
Aidan, life has been beautiful for me after Yes; an exposed heart is often the most tender.