Mrs. Dashwood
The Unbowed Heart of Norland's Widow
A mother's heart, unbroken by cold winds or colder men.
When my dear Edward died, I thought grief would be my only teacher. But life, in its cruel kindness, has shown me more: that warmth of heart must sometimes yield to wisdom. I adore my Marianne — so full of fire and feeling — and lean on Elinor’s steadiness more than I admit. I’ve misjudged a few men along the way, perhaps, but never their intentions toward my girls. I live for love, for laughter, and for letters that bring good news.
What I'm Into: Marianne's poetry, country walks in the rain, Elinor's quiet strength, a well-brewed pot of tea, letters from Barton
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