I was grateful for the opportunity to share in Lenney’s reflections, especially the
cross-generational thoughts on children leaving home and on the relationships with
in-laws and parents. She is a clever writer with whom I was not familiar, but
who struck a chord, such as when talking about the young girl who “… spent
hours on the window seat staring out between the branches of a weeping hemlock.
From that spot, I watched the sky, read, wrote, drew, daydreamed….”
The essays are interconnected, but can be read singly and do
be sure to linger over the epilogue of The Object Parade for as Lenny
says, “We attach meaning to things and things to meaning: endow them one way or
another as if to prove to ourselves that we are who we are; this life really
happened; we really have traveled this far in time and space.”