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As you know by now, for the last few weeks I've been sending you some of my writings about the complicated relationship between mothers and daughters. This week, I thought I'd turn the tables for a moment, and share with you something I wrote not about being my mother's daughter, but about being my daughter's mother. It's an essay originally published, a year or so back, in a collection called "It's a Girl," edited by Andrea Buchanan, published by Seal Press. This was written with the greatest of love for my firstborn child and only daughter, Audrey. I'll be finishing up this series with one last offering, this coming Mother's Day -- so this is my last call for your writings about your own mothers (and grandmothers), that I've been asking for these last few weeks. (And if getting down and writing your stories feels difficult -- or, just the opposite, if you're loving it, and want to do more -- I want to remind you that I'll be hosting a one-day memoir workshop here in my home in Mill Valley, California, on May 26. A couple of places are still open, if you'd like to join us. (More details on my website.) And if you can't make it to this one, maybe you'll give some thought to joining me at Lake Atitlan, Guatemala for one of my two weeklong workshops there -- this November, and again in February 2008. I'll be posting more details about the Guatemala workshops soon. Meanwhile, here's a piece I call "How It Feels to Be the Mother of the World's Most Beautiful Baby -- Revisited." Yours, with friendship,
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