Sarah Grundle

The freedom with which Tamar loved and lived both mystified and entranced me. My own mother is perceptive, thoughtful and smart, but also timid. My whole childhood, it was as if she was waiting for permission to be a mother — permission that never came. As a child, I hungered for direction, but my mother didn’t feel it was “her place” to advise me. “Whatever you think is best,” she…