Calling My Bluff

 

A few months ago, a simple picture of me as a child surfaced and, it surprised me when my psyche shattered into a million broken pieces. I grieved, I gnashed, I wept…for that child, that sweet girl with bright blond hair and a silly grin. I wanted to hug that child and smooth her hair. I’d kind of pushed out all the recollections of that child.

Quote I saw floating around this week. Ah, yes…that.

As I’ve mentioned, even recently, if there was ever a “complicated” mother-daughter relationship, ours qualifies.

And Now…

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2018-10-07T11:17:09+00:00Categories: The Innocent Prince|Tags: , , , |3 Comments

What Marcus Taught Me in Iceland

The Most Important Lesson from our Trip Happened in Iceland.

Can you imagine what it’s like to have your own child’s value, as a human being, debated? A world where you regularly encounter the opinion of scientists and doctors who are literally working to eliminate the entire segment of humanity of which your child is a part…and it all happens without public outrage. In fact, it is happening throughout entire cultures.

I frequently listen to the band Of Monsters and Men when I am writing. I love their lyric videos and their melodies drive emotion. Of Monsters and Men happen

Highlights from our trip

Highlights from our travel journal:

As many good vacations do, this one began on a Friday morning at what Marcus calls “Dark early.”

“I hate dark early!” he said. Don’t we all?  Getting up at 4:00 am (after getting settled at about midnight, everything sneaks up on you, you know?) To hurry up and wait and hurry up and wait. Short flight #1, short layover, on to flight number two – Yea! Marcus decided Mimosa was the way to fly and I agreed. Cheers!

Marcus holding a mimosa on the 2nd plane.