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Monday Museum

I absolutely adore our local art museum.  Each time I get it together for an hour of serenity strolling the galleries, I soundly chide myself for not visiting more often.  Today, I took myself to see a Gottlieb exhibit only to find that it had closed yesterday. Sadly, I had gotten my dates confused. I was, however, able to peer into the gallery as they started dismantling it. Magnificent in its scale and simplicity, I was crestfallen.  Oh! to have sat for hours gazing at those mysterious works, marveling at what drives an artistic mind to take up paint and brush, expressing a mind-marinade of thoughts and memories. I lingered among other exhibits, including arrestingly beautiful works by a glass artist, finally making my way to the contemporary wing of the permanent collection.  On an early Monday morning, I was left alone to journal.  I spread myself on my belly across a soft leather bench to write, just like a child would.  I knew my every move was being watched by a security camera, but for all the world, I felt tucked inside a brilliant envelope.  I really should do this more often.

I wonder what it is like to be an artist, pondering concepts like “big history,” “human resilience,” or “vibrating effects.” Generally, these concepts are not part of my daily mental currency.  It’s so esoteric to me.  However, I always buy the book related to the exhibits I take in, hoping to understand more and (really hoping) that one of my children will pull it off the shelf one day, only to discover a whole new direction.  One they can explain the mind of an artist to their art-loving mother.

Let’s do this . . .

nofaceI came home from November Paris attacks to a letter from the Mary Ellen Locher Breast Center . . . mammogram on November 11 . . . abnormality  . . we would like you to return in six to twelve months. The next day, a nurse called to inform me that I needed to come in STAT.  Poor lady–she was more shaken up than I was.

We sent you the wrong letter.

I reported the next day for a second mammogram and ultrasound.  I’ve seen cancer before. When I read that 75-80% of these findings are negative, I knew I’d not be in the favored percentile.

A full mastectomy and phase 1 of reconstruction was complete on March 23.

Today, after a grueling night shift, my husband told me of the surgeon’s call:

Left breast, invasive cancer.  1.8cm. entire breast DCIS entered into the left nipple.  Lymph node, 3-4 cells. Herceptin. Tumor board meets today.  

I don’t remember, but he told me I said,

Well, let’s do this. 




From One Borderline to Another

IMG_4044I haven’t posted in … over a year.  Because I didn’t learn my lessons well.  My borderline mother died and set me free, so I invited my MIL with an even bigger dose of BPD to build a house on my hard earned 16 acres and make me a slave again. The lesson I finally learned:  BPDs want to occupy every square inch of your mind.  Do you have four children?  Tough shit.  Do you have breast cancer?  Sucks to be you, sucker.  Did you survive the terrorist attack in Paris?  Oh, how terrible! You deserve it because you are the cause of all my suffering.  Did you have to undergo a full mastectomy?  Too bad. I will mentally abuse you, your spouse, you kids, and any chump who dares to ignore my supremacy. Go “no contact” with her for 6 months? Fine, I’ll marry a naive redneck who doesn’t have any idea about what is going to hit him in the nuts.  That’ll show y’all.

Like my dad says:  No good deed goes unpunished. 


INTERVIEW WITH ASIM: Spending time with them together is like half in half in really bad coffee—-it makes it tolerable.”

On the other hand, really bad coffee by itself is insufferable.

How old are you?


Are both of your parents living?


What’s their marital status?

Married, about 48 years.

Do you have brothers of sisters?

2 sisters, both older.

How often do you see your parents?

Once a quarter, maybe.

What are some of the ways you spend time together?

I don’t spend much time with my mom, maybe 15 minutes sitting talking with her. I spend more time with my dad smoking cigars, going to the store. My mom had a car accident three years ago and is extremely obese. She broke her leg in three places, so now she really sits in a hopsital bed in the house or goes out to eat or to casinos. Once a year, she might try to drive down and see her grandkids. My dad drives. He’s kind of the primary caregiver.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy your father’s company?

Probably a nine.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy your mother’s company?

A one, and that’s being generous.

Does spending time with them together affect the dynamic of the visit?

Yeah, it makes my mom more tolerable when they are together. I was up there three months ago and I hung out with the two of them for about three hours, which is the most I’ve spent, but since they were together it was toned down. It’s like half and half in really bad coffee, it makes it tolerable.

What are some of the positive aspects of your relationship with them?

Learning about my dad’s history. My dad is foreign, so I basically was raised with zero emotion, except for anger. When he started being my mom’s primary caregiver, and retired for the 15th time, he got bored to death, so now he talks. He never talked, but now he’s full of thoughts and will talk forever. It’s interesting and fascinating to my kids. They’re like “What in the world?” As far as Mom, not really. I can’t think of anything. Just sad.

What about the negative?

They are very self-absorbed. They’ve only ever cared about themselves, always put themselves first. Even now, they constantly tell us they want to see the kids, but they make zero effort to do that. If they leave the house, they’ll drive 6 hours and stay at a casino for 2 weeks, but won’t drive an hour and half to see their grandkids. Recently, I told them we’d be in their town for a few days, and we worked it out for me to pick them up.  We got there and no one was home, the door was locked. They apparently decided to go out of town to a casino, and I’m trying to explain to kids why their grandparents weren’t there when they said they would be. It’s just selfish, I had to say. My mom’s a compulsive liar and is insane, mentally unstable. When she had her accident she was suspended upside down for an hour before the paramedics came, and we think that caused more brain damage than she already had. She’ll sit there and lie to your face. Most people let her go on, but I have a hard time with that. I call her on it, and she’s like, “Oh, you’re so funny . . .” but it’s stuff like, “I can’t believe you guys bought a boat and didn’t tell me!” She’s seen photos of it for three years, she knows, but we can’t take her on it because she’s bigger than the boat!  She likes to get attention, so she can be extremely inappropriate and obnoxious.

Honestly, which weighs more?

I like spending time with my dad. I realize they are older and don’t have as much time left on the earth, but I wouldn’t choose to spend that time with my mom. Yesterday, Thanksgiving, we saw them. I hugged them and said hi.  I sat at the same table with my mom for a few minutes, and then I left her there so she could do her thing with other people around.

What are one or two of the things that contributed to the health of your relationship as it stands now?

It’s interesting because my mom was verbally and physically abusive to all three of us growing up, and my dad was just a dictator. So in middle school, I decided to stop associating with my dad and wound up seeing a psychologist for a year or so. Once we worked through that, I was able to have a relationship with my dad.  But with mom, things were the same. She tended to be abusive until I was a sophomore in high school. One time, she tried to smack me in front of my friends, and I grabbed her hand and told her to never touch me again. She started crying, “Don’t hit me,” and I was like “What? I’m not going to hit you!” But, that ended that. After, it became kind of funny when she would act like she was going to hit me, I’d give her a look like, “Go ahead and try.”

What do you wish they had done differently?

Not sucked! (laughing) I mean, it’s hard to say. I do think my mom’s insane, for whatever reason. Since my dad’s foreign, I know he didn’t have a clue. In another country, the family dynamics are different, how to you raise kids is different, how kids depend on their parents is different. The culture he grew up in was very different, the things that are acceptable. He was in uncharted territory, so I cut him more slack. In middle school, it was literally, “I hate you,” but now we have a good relationship and we talk about stuff.

What do you most appreciate about their parenting?

I very much had to figure things out on my own. In high school if I had a big paper to write, I’d talk to them about it, but I had to figure it out. I think I appreciate that, because now I very much have that bent to figure things out.

How well do you relate to your siblings?

Pretty good, I think. My sister closest to me in age is very much like a middle schooler in the way she acts–she’s crude, she jokes around. My neice (her daughter) is her best friend. She bred a friend. She takes her to R-rated movies, etc.  Basically, all she wants to do is go hear music and drink beer. My oldest sister has three kids the same age as ours. She’s very interesting, a lot like I am, but moody. So we get along really well sometimes, but sometimes not well at all.

Do they share your same reflections?

Yeah. It was funny, when I was in college, I just wanted to leave home, so I moved here where my sister lives. In college, I was the one saying that she should put up with mom since she probably only had a few years to live, and my sister was where I am now. But, it’s switched. Now, she says mom’s crazy, nuts, but doesn’t have much longer to live. But I don’t think there is much more history to be made (for me) with my mom.

Can you share an example of a defining moment with your parents?

I can remember school stuff, if there was a PTA meeting, I would try to hide that stuff from my parents. My dad would never want to go, and I knew my mom would want to go. She’d want to be the loudest person in the room, making an ass of herself. I remember if I was in a store and I drew attention to myself, she’d be loud about how I’d embarrassed her. It was ironic, she was a huge woman, a huge personality. I remember she found out about something at shcool and made me go. All my friends all the teachers were looking at me, looking at her like, “You’re the worst.” I wish my dad had held her accountable. I think, “Why do you just let her sit there and lie?” And he says, “The manipulation I would endure after is hell. I’m just letting her get along until she dies.”  Like, he’s her constant caregiver and the only power she has to get what she wants is to literally crap herself when she doesn’t get her way.  He has to clean it up, so it’s not worth it.

Has anything happened in the recent years to change your relationship?

My mom’s accident. One, it caused more brain damage, two she’s totally helpless now and just sits there. One thing it’s done for my dad, now that he’s sitting there, he talks forever. Used to be, our conversations were four minutes long. He was robotic, he’s a mechanical engineer. The talking part of him was fulfilled at work.  Now, I spend an hour trying to get off the phone because he doesn’t have anyone to talk to. Now, there is no work, but he can’t sit there and have a conversation with my mom.

As an aside, yesterday on Thanksgiving, out of the blue, she said “I just want you to know I told everyone that if I didn’t hear from them by Thankgiving what they wanted for Christmas, they weren’t getting anything.  I haven’t heard from you!” Nobody cares! I said, “I don’t want anything from you. I don’t need you to buy me stuff.” Growing up, I was maniuplated by gifts and toys after she verbally abused me.

Coins from Heaven

As I stood in the eternal ASA line in Atlanta last week, I heard a distinct ker-ching! ker-ching! Five or six folks turned their heads to see two freshly fallen quarters wobbling on the floor.  Fifty cents!  That’s a whole Coca-Cola!  Then I remembered that it was no longer 1983–I’d need significantly more coins from Heaven to score a can of my childhood elixir of life.  No matter, fifty cents is fifty cents!  My fellow travelers and I looked at each other, chuckling that this money seemed to have fallen from the ceiling above.  Then the line started moving again. Seeing no one claim the coins, I inclined to retrieve them and then stopped short.  Why isn’t anyone diving for this money?  The line is moving, no one is reaching for it . . . and then it dawned on me: we are above this now.   Two unclaimed quarters were too inconvenient, negligible, and perhaps too embarrassing to pick up from the airport floor.  I felt it myself, and it disturbed me.  It wasn’t much money, and it would have been insufficient to buy a coffee-flavored elixir of life for this now grown-up, but it could be enough to feed someone in a disadvantaged region.  Does that sound familiar? Feed a child for just fifty cents a day . . . ?  My son gets paid fifty cents to pick up trash in the yard, something that keeps him occupied for a blessed 15 minutes.  At the very least, two quarters would buy me an hour of metered parking in this town.

As I moved on, this small event brought to mind two mantras.  First my mom always said, “Pennies turn into dimes, dimes turn into dollars.”  She taught me to stretch my resources, to create for myself when I can, and to wait for things.  Second, especially as our debt snowball accelerates: “Watch the pennies and the dollars will take care of themselves.”  It’s true. I’ve been practicing it for 20 years.  In five years, we’ve paid off hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt, and one (of several) reason is because I say NO often.  But, walking away from that half-dollar shining on the airport floor, I wanted to say YES and grab it.  I trust that someone wiser than I did.

Taking Charge

2014 is coming to a close, but I’ve been too distracted for interviews or posts.  I started an exercise regimen and lost 10 pounds.  I gained back six over time, but I am stronger and have muscle definition that I’ve never seen before.  I can now hike 10 miles, run a bit, and do push-ups.  I’m saving my paddle boarding enthusiasm for 2015, but I can hardly wait to try that first yoga pose on the river!  We continue to educate our kids, navigate a relationship with a family member living on our property, plan some exciting trips abroad, and now operate an Airbnb rental. This new development has been so rewarding and fun. Further, we’ve gained momentum on our Ramsey-eque debt snowball, making space and freedom for other ideas.

Earlier this year, I had prayed that God would take some things off my plate, responsibilities that I didn’t want anymore, duties that felt too peripheral, too disintegrated to truly be worthy of continued financial, emotional, and mental energy.  I think His word to me was, “It’s time for you to take charge.  I want you to learn to learn to persevere in the face of what I have given you to do and steward it well.”  This has forced me to solve problems more creatively, something that is so good for my mind.  And in order to take charge well, I had to enlist help with some responsibilities and rearrange other ones.   So, bring on 2015!  A year for me to stretch more creatively into that calling of perseverance and stewardship!

Far Away Memories


A few days ago, as I scanned my bookcases filled with titles that have been with me for almost twenty years, trying to decide which to keep and toss, I found this card and message.  It was lost inside a book on natural home remedies, bought at a used bookstore years ago, read once and seldom consulted since.  While I don’t doubt that it was a message to myself during the period of my life that I lived 2500 miles away from family, I have only a muted memory of it.  I believe that it used to hang somewhere in an apartment, possibly on a bathroom mirror or refrigerator where I would see it often.  It’s preserved appearance suggests, perhaps, that it held a place in various books I was reading at the time.  The more I look upon it, the better I remember creating this warning to myself, and I feel some regret for having misplaced it.

In the morning, I leave with my daughters to visit my ailing grandparents.  It’s been four years since I visited their home, although they have travelled thrice in that time to visit me.  I’ve sloughed off the guilt to my constant demands as a mother, to pregnancies, to nursing, to weather. To whatever. Recently, my grandmother was diagnosed with Lewy Body Syndrome.  We don’t know how long she’s had it or how much longer she’ll be with us.  I speak with my grandfather every couple of weeks, and I can hear Mama Ann prattling in the background alongside the television.  She always sounds upbeat when we’re on the phone together, though I can never be sure if her account of the day’s events reflects the facts.  Papa Roy, too, is starting to sound worse.  As I spoke with him on Monday night, touching base about my upcoming visit, I fancied at first that he was inebriated. The longer we talked, the more I realized that constant care of my grandmother has caused him to lose a little bit of his mental grip on the world.  He sounds a little silly, a little detached.

It will be a sad trip, but a good trip, too.  I haven’t traveled alone with my girls in six years, so I’m excited about the chance to spoil them a bit on the journey.  We’ll stop at a nice restaurant for lunch, spread a picnic under a live oak at a rest stop somewhere.  We’ll be able to have actual conversations since they’ll sit right behind me, not in the third row on the other side of our high-decible boys.  I can answer all their deep questions about what they are thinking of lately, what they are dreaming of.  At least, I hope we have those conversations.  And, I’ll remember all the road trips that my grandparents took me on when I was their age.  And one day in the future, when they leave home, I’ll make them a little reminder card of their own.

INTERVIEW WITH BUCK: “I think that’s one of the first times I’ve hit someone.”

As I reflect on my childhood, I wish my mother had invested in something outside of me that stimulated her mind and diverted her attention elsewhere.  It was nigh impossible to establish separateness, and it nearly drove me crazy. Before kids, I knew I would need something to give me purpose outside of my role as a mother.  Now that I am a mother, I experience a mild desperation to stay on top of mothering and nurturing.  I’m confident when my at-home mothering days come to an end, God will lead me toward a new adventure.  Until then, I must steward my own spirit and mind to be ready, because the task at hand will not always be so.  My interview with Buck reminded of this. It also reminded me of the many times I wanted to just hit my mom!  I didn’t, but I’m sure you all can relate.  For that matter, I’m sure my own kids can relate.

What’s your age:


Are both of your parents living?

No. Father is deceased, mother is living.

What’s their marital status?

Divorced when he passed away.

How many siblings do you have?

Two brothers.

How often do you see your parents?

Once a month.

What are some of the ways you spend time together?

Art projects, sitting on the porch, talking.

On a scale of one to ten, how much do you enjoy their company?

Depends on what kind of crazy mood Mom’s in, probably a 6.  I didn’t spend any time with my dad when he was alive.  I saw him probably twice a year.

What are some of the positive aspects of your relationship with them?

None for my dad.  She allowed us to be who we wanted to be and pursue our own decisions and choices.

What are some of the negative aspects of your relationship with them?

We have such similar personalities that I’ll get on her nerves and she’ll get on mine.  Just saying something that allows me to be hostile.  She’ll say something.

Which is weightier, the positive or negative?

I think I feel kind of neutral.

What aspects contributed to your current relationships as adults?

There was very little parenting.  I pretty much had to raise myself my whole life.  I just grew up early.  If I were a parent I would do things totally differently.


For my dad, I think it would have been not forcing me to emulate or be him.  Not to live his lost youth through me.  For mom, to have had a stronger sense of value for herself.  She allowed other people to influence her in negative ways and she didn’t value herself and the things that she does.  It’s influenced me as well, even though I come across as a confident masuline man, I still have issues finding value in myself.

How well do you relate to your siblings?

We don’t.  There’s a 20 year difference in our ages.

Do you think they share your same reflections on your parents?

I don’t know if they would say that necessarily. My closest brother in age had a different relationship with my father.  Maturity will change you, and I’m sure at some point he recognized that he would ultimately do things differently within his family dynamics, with his own children.

Can you share a defining moment with your parents?

Growing up in a very abusive relationship and my father being an alcoholic, after they divorced when I was 16, we had moved and my dad decided to come over.  Of course, he was drunk.  He pulled out a gun and was going to shoot my mother.  I stepped in between them and hit him.  I think that’s one of the first times I ever hit someone.  I think it shocked and surprised him as well.  He left us alone in that point and time.  For me that was enough to realize that I wanted to live my life differently.  I’m better equipped to recognize and make a change.

With mom, because she’s still living, the only one that comes to mind is being around 10 or 11, and she’d just started doing hair.  She’d been to a hair show and won a trophy that was as tall as me.  That was a defining moment that [doing] hair would be a major part of my life.  Because I saw my mom, despite all the home environment, she rose above and I could see it in her face that she felt value in herself.  It was short lived, though.

Has anything happened in recent history with them to change how you felt about them as a child?

None that I can think of because I’ve had to become the supporter and parent in the end.  I still do that, the role reversal causes you to see things a little differently.  I’m still doing that.


Fast to Move

IMG_1374For the 2013 Lenten season, I have given up my two favorite night time rituals: sleep aides and sitting on my derrière.  (It was an accident, really.  I went on vacation and forgot my opiates.)  What I haven’t given up?  A glass of wine and a fabulous book.  I’m going to push straight through Resurrection Sunday and beyond with P90X, a glass of sparkling white, and Moby Dick. Every night, in that order.  I reckon that trifecta would put me to sleep as well as a pill.  But don’t be looking for my B&A shots on this blog. No, Madame.

My kids have taken a surprising interest in the P90X videos.  I wish they were that interested in Herman Melville, but there’s still time.  My four-year-old son asked me if I was watching my “big muscle movie” and if I was going to get some big muscles, too. My girls watched me do the first workout, participating for about 20 minutes before settling down on their leopard-print bean bags to watch me sweat and strain.   I shared that I was doing this to get stronger, that I want to keep up with all of them as they grow. My oldest asked me if she would lose weight by doing P90X.  What the what? She’s a nine-year-old, über-sheltered bean pole!  Where did she hear this stuff?  Well, probably from her mother.  I tried to redeem those negative messages explaining that muscle actually weighs more than fat and that the goal is to get strong so we can explore the world together.  She flashed a shy smile and said she’s glad that I’m doing this.  And for so much more than burning fat and building muscle, I am glad, too.  Now, for that plyometric workout . . .

INTERVIEW WITH CLAIRE: “As flawed as they are . . . if you speak truth to them, they accept it and don’t argue.”

It was a conversation that I had over a year ago with Claire, 32, that sparked the idea for this blog.  We share a belief that one day all things will be made new.  Her commitment to bear in love with her parents until that day was an encouragement to me as I work to bear in love with members of my family, as well.

Are both of your parents living?


What’s their marital status?

Married about 36 years.

How many siblings do you have?

Two sisters. I’m the middle.

How often do you see your parents?

About five times a year.

What are some of the ways you spend time together?

It depends on where we are.  When they are here, the main thing I do with my dad is household projects, outdoor and around the house kind of stuff.  He likes to do things, he likes to constantly be fixing things and working on some project because he gets really bored.  The same is true when I visit them–he always has a project we can help him with.  He’s very self-directed and doesn’t need anyone to do it with him, but I’m kind of that way, too.  I like to be doing things.

What I do with my mom is mostly sit around and talk and drink coffee.  She’s more involved with the kids, she’s nurturing, helps me with baths and laundry.  She’s more support when she’s here. The thing that we still do, that we’ve always done, is she’ll take me shopping.  Her way of showing love was taking us girls out shopping.  When she takes me shopping now, she buys me whatever I pick out, not what she wants to buy me.  It’s awesome.  My mom is sort of my companion in parenting, and that is really nice.

On a scale of one to ten, how much do you enjoy their company?

When my dad is not doing well and is manic, it’s a 1.  When he’s balanced, he’s a joy to be around.  Not a perfect joy, but I would say an 8 or 9.

Then my mom, when she’s in one of these moods where she’s (not too subtly) trying to drop hints on what I should do, how to relate to my husband or kids, it’s irritating.  It puts her at about a 4; I don’t want to talk to her.  When she’s being really sweet and gracious, she’s a 9.  It’s really restful to be with her. It’s easy when she’s not being negative, but [sometimes] negative stuff comes out of her mouth.

Does spending time with them as a unit affect the dynamic of the visit?

Definitely.  I don’t ever spend time alone with my dad, only my mom.  She takes off sometimes and comes up here alone.  When it’s just her, it’s laid back and nice.  She makes statements about how she feels like she’s coming out of crisis mode and relaxing. I don’t want to undervalue her hurting and pain from being married to my dad, but she has a lot of choices and resources, and she hasn’t made good choices about extracting herself from his mania.  She always says she’s going to, but she never does.  I think she’s really dependent on him.

What are some of the positive aspects of your relationship with them?

I would say the most positive thing is that they really, truly want to seek God and are faithful in their desire to follow Christ.  As flawed as they are and as dysfunctional they can be in the way they relate to each other, if you speak truth to them, they accept it and don’t argue.  They are willing to humbly submit to the truth of the word.

What are some of the negative aspects of your relationship with them?

What would a redeemed relationship look like with them?  Something that’s hard for them is any difficulty that one of their daughters has in her life pertaining to money, spouse, work or health. They worry a lot.  That actually becomes a burden on us, how much it weighs them down.  For example, when my sister and her husband were more or less homeless and unemployed for a year and a half (but still taken care of) my parents were in crisis the whole time.  They let my sister know that, and it added to her burden.  My parents would become emotionally volatile, and it would make my sister not want to tell them anything.  It would make her question everything, and I would have to talk her down and tell her that she was fine.  But, my parents would become obsessively negative.  It would take them all the way to the worst scenario.

Which is weightier, the positive or negative?

The negative.  They are both people who despite their commitment to their faith, don’t trust that God is in control and let their thoughts run wild.  That’s been passed on to me, and I don’t want to pass it on to my children.  It leads to depression.

What do you appreciate most about their parenting?

Their loyalty.  Their love, generosity and loyalty feels really genuine.  It’s not tied to something, not like they expect something.  It’s very free.

What do you wish they had done differently?

I wish we were more involved with other people, in more community.  We went to church and school, but they didn’t really spend time with friends.  I missed out in having relationships with adults other than my parents who could have broadened my life.  I wish they had encouraged us to work.  That would have given us confidence and skills that would have done a world of good in our college years.  I had no clue.  I didn’t know what I liked.  My whole experience was what I had done in high school.  There were no other adults in my life where I could have learned about other occupations.  I wish I had worked in high school–it would have done a lot for my self-esteem and confidence.  That’s something I really want for my kids.

How well do you relate to your siblings?

Very well with one and fairly well with the other.

Do you think they share your same reflections on your parents?

The one I relate to very well, yes.  The other, not exactly.  I just think she doesn’t think about it as much.  She’s sort of emotional and reactionary to the way they are rather than reflective.

Can you share a defining moment with your parents?

This sums up my mom in particular.  I went with my high school choir to Germany.  We were falsely accused of harboring a guy in our room one night at the guest house where we were staying.  The choir director was absolutely convinced that we did it and that we were lying.  She was friends with our parents, our piano teacher.  As you can imagine, being in another country and told that we were lying escalated into yelling.  I was being very combative.  This was a fiasco for our prep school: these three girls caused an uproar in a German hotel and the school sides with the music teacher, of course.  Though she cannot prove our guilt, we’re suspended anyway because there has to be some recourse.  We had to pay for it.  My parents were livid and made special appointments with the headmaster to tell them that they completely believed their daughter, and they didn’t accept the punishment, and that we girls were free to go to the beach and have fun on our suspension.  That was the most dramatic story, but it was typical of my mom and dad’s relationship to me.  They always took my side.  In that case, they were right.  I was telling the truth, but there were probably times they should have challenged me more rather than trying to make everything easy and in my favor.  It was like, “Our kids can do no wrong.”  But, it was an example of their fierce loyalty for me.

Has anything happened in recent history with them to change how you felt about them as a child?

As I’ve aged and matured, I don’t pick fights with them anymore and I avoid topics and arguments that make me annoyed with them.  I’m much more inclined to smile, nod, agree and avoid a conflict.  Not because I’m trying to avoid something important, but to avoid the things that aren’t important.  I’m secure enough and old enough to just let it be.

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