I was Fourteen

14. barn door
Photo of me by Henry Cleage. 1962. ┬ękristin cleage

I remember my Aunt Barbara

telling me she had seen a woman

who looked like me. I

asked if she was pretty.

“She was interesting.”

I wanted her to tell me

she was beautiful.


6 thoughts on “I was Fourteen”

    1. And she wasn’t trying to be mean. If she’d just said something like – she looked interesting, and that’s better than pretty. but, oh well. Sometimes I find myself saying things that my kids and grands may take that way too.


  1. I do find myself pondering on the meaning of things family members have said to me in a moments notice and then it’s gone. What did they really mean? What were they trying to tell me? Simplistically beautiful post…..


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