Yesterday, while sitting in the Mazda dealership waiting for a new tire, I downloaded Kelly Corrigan's "The Middle Place" on my Kindle. First, you need to understand that I typically choose books based on the proverbial back-cover "blurb" and therefore, I scooped up this gem-of-a-memoir as soon as I read that it's about the relationship between a daughter and her father. Sometimes this haphazard way of choosing books is an absolute bust, but more times than not, it is a huge success.
I couldn't even get through the prologue without welling up. Please pick it up. It's worth the out-loud laughter as well as the tears. Never before have I become so immediately absorbed in a story- so compelled to stay up just a minute longer to read the next page.
Kelly Corrigan writes about that "middle place" between childhood and parenthood. When you've grown up, become a wife, a mother and yet, still, you are someone's daughter.
"...And that's what this whole thing is about. Calling home. Instinctively. Even when all the paperwork- a marriage license, a notarized deed, two birth certificates, and seven years of tax returns- clearly indicates you're an adult, but all the same, there you are, clutching the phone and thanking God that you're still somebody's daughter."