"As Hope Edelman puts it so well in her book Motherless Daughters: 'Our mothers are our most direct connection to our history and our gender.' By their presence or absence, the example they set or the lack of it, their positive influence or their negative one, by what they gave us and what they couldn't, for every girl who makes the journey from child to woman, the first mirror in which she looks is the mirror of her mother's face.
What we do and don't see there is a part of us forever."-- Girl in the Mirror: Mothers and Daughters in the Years of Adolescence. Nancy L. Snyderman, M.D. , 2002.
Fingers crossed.(Thank you, Janice.)
|3 days and 3 nights of luxury, relaxation and amazing scenery, Ottawa to Edmonton.|
|A happy reunion with a long-lost friend.|
|An afternoon of waves and water slides.|
|Abrasions, bruises, a broken big toe and minus-one iphone, thanks to a harrowing afternoon on the Pembina River.|
|Thrilling road-side views of bears, elk, deer, coyotes and mountain goats.|
|Gorgeous views of mountains and lakes.|
|Such sadness at the news of Jack Layton.|
|An afternoon on horseback.|
|A glacier tour. A boat tour. A gondola tour. (oh my)|
|A double-birthday celebration.|
|A day of badlands, dinosaurs and hoodoos.|
|An afternoon at the zoo.|
|An afternoon of heartbreak and hope.|
|A weekend of walloping western hospitality.|
|A decadent dinner with long-lost cousins.|
|A blast of all-consuming news.|
|A day in the old west.|
|3 days and 3 nights of luxury, relaxation and amazing scenery, Edmonton to Ottawa.|
|A happy reunion with Phae and our home sweet home.|
"You can keep them bottled up, but they will come out, Michael. Sometimes in the most unexpected... Hey, where the @!*# are my hard-boiled eggs?!"
-- Tobias Fünke. Good Grief! Arrested Development 2004.My life is brimming with beautiful people. Wise, interesting, creative, curious, passionate, compassionate, generous, articulate, level-headed, fun-loving people. I'm lucky. So I'm always shocked at the hair-trigger hostility I stumble into. Seemingly reasonable people who spray me with hatred over a sideways glance. It confuses me. Are they stretched to the breaking point struggling to maintain some decent facade? Are they barely bottling up frustration, dissatisfaction, loneliness, insecurity, envy and rage? And why bother spewing venom at inconsequential me? In the online world, it's especially easy to lay out and examine entire interactions. And I've often done just that. Weighing a scant response from me against the lengthy and personal ferocity that results. And my confusion remains. But I'm learning to scrounge up some compassion for their barely bound pain. Beam some healing, happy vibes. And move on.