My middle child does acknowledge her childhood was one of privilege, and that I encouraged my kids and nurtured their talents and interests, and all was well, until college...
Never did I lie around sobbing "My kids keep me from my art!" (or writing)
Always, I celebrated their many talents and achievements, and I did not nag them or guilt trip them or punish them for the D- in Chemistry (my sister would ground her kids for a month for anything less than an A in any subject) .... I was much too easy on the kids ... which is the worst kind of parent (or one of the worst kinds).

"If you don't love my husband, you don't get to love our kids"

Well that's a whole other kettle of fish to fry (or dump into the ocean, never look back).

COOKING

I would love to inspire a post from you, Chef Owasco, about the priceless gift of COOKING ..
How food defines a family, a culture...

How Mary Walls was "allowed" to hate cooking, but to fail to feed her children.... no no no....

What possible good things about Mary Walls might my daughter have seen in this memoir? She never said.... and I cannot guess.