I had intended to post questions for each chapter of American Wife, but things changed and that didn't happen. As it turned out I did start a Women and Books discussion group on Goodreads to select a work of fiction to read and discuss each month, and if you are interested in joining you can click here: Women and Books .
In ten days (July 23) my baby girl will be getting married. This is obviously a big deal for our family, as it is for every family. After all the years and all the many times she and I have watched Steve Martin's incredulous blustering and posturing in Father of the Bride ("don't forget to fasten your condom,") I can't believe her turn is coming up. She'll obviously (I use that word because it's so clear to us, not that it would be clear to you) be using several songs from that movie since it's nearly the soundtrack of our lives. I feel as if we should rent swans for the ceremony and find Fraaaahhhnk to do the rest. God we loved watching that movie and dreaming about her big day -- and now it's nearly here.
Will we be able to give her up? She has been, after all, our ray of sunshine for 24 years and now, here she is, taking dancing lessons as I write this, getting ready for her wedding day. I suppose these things have to happen; I know they do. But now I understand how my parents felt so many years ago when my feet were still in my house but my mind was already out the door, longing for the little girl who has already gone.