"As a child, although I saw little of her, I fell in love with my mother's beauty, longing to be close to her, but there was nobody home. And later, when Naney Morgan manipulated me to fear her, I obsessed about her, conflicted by feelings of anger and hostility, yet wanting her love and approval. Estranged from her until mid-life, when I found the courage to reconcile with her, she stood before me as a stranger, tentative, passive... We never came to know each other before she died three years later, but not a day passes that I do not think about her, and as I do, my relationship with her keeps changing. Perhaps she was only capable of loving her twin sister Thelma, the mirror image of herself." - Gloria Vanderbilt
