Against Cultural Procrastination.
your writing is lovely. the ending completely disarmed me. i haven't seen any of the children i babysat in years-- i don't think i would even know if one died. that's awfully sad.could you always link on your blog when you publish?
thank you! i know; when i got the news she had died i immediately wondered what ever happened to all the kids i used to babysit? and how strange and wonderful babysitting is. i'm glad you liked the piece.of course! i'll try to remember. my website has all my clips, too.www.jessicaferri.com
I really enjoyed your essay. It was touching, heartbreaking and insightful all at the same time.I remember when you used to watch over my sister and I from time to time when we were in town or when you and N. came to visit us. I remember you letting N. and I watch Psycho and how I was terrified, but pretended not to be because I wanted to be as cool as you were. It also brought back so many of my own babysitting memories. I could really relate to the part about wondering if parents really know their children the way we do in the couple of hours we're bombarded with their behaviors and personalities as babysitters. Great work. Further proof of your genius and talent.
alex, thank you so much for your sweet comment. of course i always loved sitting for you and barbara anne and nicholas but it never felt like babysitting! and i'm sure you did your fair share, too. it's a strange experience. you are too kind with your accolades!!
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