You're right, of course. Hunky and Dory do not coexist anywhere in unbroken harmony, but I appreciate the supportive comments all the same. I feel dishonest sometimes on this blog, as if I'm not giving the full measure of my life. It's not that I don't write about the hard stuff. It tends to force its way out as I try to make sense of what happens. But the really poisonous flares that pass through on occasion, I don't process those here, not anymore, because I don't want to breathe energy into them, I don't want them to take on a more permanent truth, preening on a stage larger than they deserve. Mostly, I'm just hoping they burn themselves out, or slip away in the night, and mostly they do. But often, before that can happen, there are slammed shut doors and punishing silences. And then the thaw: tears and recriminations and if we're lucky, apologies and fierce forgiving embraces, and rueful laughs at the raw absurdity of us and our so easily bruised feelings. This was how it went last night with my daughter and me. This morning feels sweet and new, with soft smiles holding what feels like a renewed understanding between us. Everything is happening all at once. We are seeking balance on changing ground and we have let it unfold and somehow keep our footing and be tender with one another as it happens. And so we shall.