We spoke with our youngest daughter last evening, or rather early this morning, 3am PDT to be exact.
I was the first direct connect, we hearing her voice, she mine and my husband’s, since we saw her off last Friday morning.
“I miss you,”
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Around eleven-thirty last evening I received a text from our youngest daughter stating that she and her schoolmates had arrived safely in Japan.
“We’re here and everything is good,” she had written. “I love you,” along with her code for letting me know she sent the text.
I wrote back,
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This morning we drove our youngest daughter to SFO to board a flight with fellow schoolmates headed for an eight-day stay in Japan.
Driving my SUV along the freeway to the airport, my husband in the passenger seat beside me, and our youngest in the back with her suitcase
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Our youngest daughter is leaving for a week-long enrichment trip to Japan with her schoolmates. Two teachers, a priest, and a female teacher are heading up the excursion.
It will be a first for the school that annually sends students abroad and around the world, as well as to local hideaways.
Our daughter is the only freshman
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My mother had many ideas, good and creative thoughts. She was also very frustrated.
Looking back I now realize that anger simmered beneath my mother’s skin. Its scent fills my nose and takes me back now as I write. Like the stench of burning flesh, my mother’s anger continually grew
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Something shifted inside me the day of the car accident, when the driver of the Jeep SUV slammed into the back of my SUV. Being hit from behind unearthed, exhumed all my fears of being caught off guard, being ambushed.
That’s what it felt like each time my mother criticized me and/or as a result of the anger and rage she experienced either in response to me and my actions of events out in the world, physically punished me.
As a child you believe that your
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My mother was addicted to rage. I could not see that as a child. Only now at fifty-three, am I truly able to step back and grasp a sense of the fear that dwelled within her.
Nothing but intense, immutable and raw fear can provoke such undeniable and untenable rage as that which overtook my mother usurped any possibility of experiencing safety and grounding through life and in the world.
Too many times I saw that rage directed at me, felt the heat of its
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