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Mother seemed happiest when making and tending home, the sewing machine whistling and the Mixmaster whirling. Her deepest impulse was to nurture, to simply dwell; it had nothing to do with ambition and achievement in the world…How had I come to believe that my world of questing and writing was more valuable than her dwelling and domestic artistry?…I wanted to go out and do things–write books, speak out. I’ve been driven by that. I don’t know how to rest in myself very well, how to be content staying put. But Mother knows how to BE at home–and really, to be in herself. It’s actually very beautiful what she does…I think part of me just longs for the way Mother experiences home.
