Sydney is 15. She is an old friend’s daughter, and she used to be a little goofy girl in glasses.
No more…
My own daughter is 11 now, and I am suddenly afraid of the next few years.
But this is for Sydney, and her funky Homecoming dress, and her even funkier ‘hippie’ dress. Sydney is cool in ways she perhaps does not yet realize. Her mother (my old friend) is cool in ways she does realize – but in a good way; and so it goes.
Syd was fearless and a natural when we worked together. And, I have to think, the boys in her world should be a little afraid as well…
