May 20th, 2016

Did I survive the weekend retreat with my mother? Why, yes. We had a magical time bonding beneath the stars as mother and daughter. We braided each other’s hair, and talked openly about our fears, our feelings and shared secrets. It was exactly what I needed. My mother was absolutely right.

Can you sense the sarcasm oozing from my every word? It was a hot mess! Literally. My mother had about a thousand hot flashes and each time one began, she forced me to fan her as she stripped down to her skivvies in our shared room. The scheduled mother-daughter activities were bullshit. Who wants to be in a canoe in the middle of a lake with their mother in charge of directions? Or climb a tree and trust that your mother will catch you with her frail arms as you...

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