Al Cuore del Cuor
My connection and admiration for my fellow women grow ever stronger as I grow older. This was to have been the theme of my box.
My father died in my arms a short while ago, calling “Mama.” How varied, how interchangeable, how understanding of the incomprehensible we must be. How I strive to trust my instinct that taps deep, deep, deep into the strength, the capacity, the tenacity of a woman.
My box is for my father, whom I miss with all my hearts. He was a painter, he taught me to see.