That, of course, was the thing about the fifties with all their patina of familial bliss: A lot of the memories were not happy, not mine, not my frie…

- Anne Taylor Fleming

We were the daughters of the post-World War II American dream, the daughters of those idealized fifties sitcom families in which father knew best and…

- Anne Taylor Fleming

Let's just call what happened in the eighties the reclamation of motherhood . . . by women I knew and loved, hard-driving women with major careers wh…

- Anne Taylor Fleming

It was a lot to carry out of a childhood--all those textured layers of thwarted dreams rumbling under the fifties patina--but a lot of us did it. In …

- Anne Taylor Fleming

It was palpable, all that wanting: Mother wanting something more, Dad wanting something more, everyone wanting something more. This wasn't going to d…

- Anne Taylor Fleming

You watched and you saw what happened and in the accumulation of episodes you saw the pattern: Daddy ruled the roost, called the shots, made the mone…

- Anne Taylor Fleming

It was crazy: marriage. You gave your whole life, your whole happiness, over to one other human being, even the best of them inept at times, prone to…

- Anne Taylor Fleming