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May 13, 2007

My mother -- loving, intelligent, uneducated, deeply damaged.  Sexually abused by her father, her step-brother.

They ruined her life.

Unconsciously, but with deep intention, she ruined ours.

Work it out or pass it on.

She didn't have therapy.  She had Jesus.

Always, she's refused discourse.  I learned young -- lie.  Fuck her, fuck that control freak Jesus jive.

Fingers crossed behind our backs, we've reached detente.

Tacit agreement:  I lie.  She clams up about Jesus.

I've never wanted her religion, or any.

I've never doubted her caring.

We talk, now, we laugh, we cut up.  We have fun!

Happy Mothers Day.