Don’t Forget to Write

by Sara Goodman Confino

I would never understand how anyone could enjoy the misfortune of others.

Ada had said that social class was sometimes negotiable in making matches, but often not. And I finally understood she didn’t mean money. She meant values. Core beliefs. The way we treated others. You could be rich as Croesus and still not have class.

Ada was stingy with her praise and generous with criticism. But it made the actual praise so much more valuable when she gave it.

The world loves to destroy what it doesn’t understand.

If I could have crawled into her skin and become her, I would have. She was fierce and ferocious and feminine all at the same time.