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The scientific reality explains the religious mystery of all the centuries, and the accurate translation of the meaning of our dreams reveals to us the existence of a wise and saintly unconscious mind in our own psyche, which tries to help us fight against the wild part of our conscience, sending us important dream messages.

The e-book “Dead People in Dreams” was created after my summer offer of free dream translation and psychotherapy, using the example of dreams from contributors, besides many of my own dreams, since they revealed to me the reason why many of my friends and relatives had to die while they were still young.

This is knowledge that can be acquired only through the scientific method of dream interpretation. However, we have already verified in many cases that all the information we receive in dreams is objective and real. Therefore we can trust the unconscious mind that produces our dreams.

Relating the knowledge given in dreams with various scientific discoveries in many different fields, which happened at the end of the last century, I could verify that the materialistic conception of this époque had many unexplained aspects.

I understood then that only by abandoning the materialistic mentality and accepting to give value to several metaphysic observations I would discover the unknown truth about the human nature and the meaning of life and death.

This decision was quite dangerous for many reasons, especially because I would have to face the atheistic mentality of the scientific world and of the hypocritical society of our time, which pretends to be religious while there is real faith neither in its spirit nor in its selfish behavior.

There is no real faith even inside the Church or inside the most supposed sensitive human hearts.

Man believes in the existence of God doubting it at the same time, while following the behavior pattern of Satan.

The astonishing scientific discoveries of the last century in the fields of biology and astronomy proved to the world that the human being is simply a descendent of primates and that the existence of many stages of transformation justifies the human evolution.

The unknown of space was approached and the moon stopped being romantic, after the first steps of man on this natural satellite of Earth.

Everything suddenly could be explained and understood. We had no need of the existence of any superior being. Everything could be scientifically justified through research that revealed to us the cause for the appearance of each observed phenomenon on our planet.

The human being felt that he himself was God!

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The well-explained phenomena at a certain point needed more explanations that could not be given, and many false conclusions stepped on the contradictory truth that could not agree with them.

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This election feels like it has devoured more of us than the last one, and I was far more involved actively in the last one. I put in hours for weeks until Kerry lost. My state handed it all to Bush.

I want it to be done, the election part, so that I can return to some friends without worrying that something I say or they say or I think will make me want to kick them. I miss having intimate conversations with people who help me know myself.

This election has become all too personal now.

If someone with a camera and microphone were to stop me in the mall and ask me why I was voting Obama, what the issues were that led me to Obama, you know I'd stutter and stumble and would need to consult my notes. I would want to prove that I was an informed, intelligent voter who was selecting Obama not because something about him appeals to me on a visceral (even spiritual) level, but because I have studied all the issues and his policies land closer to where my views lie than McCain's (war, women's choice, health care - to a point, economy, gay marriage - to a point, climate change).

Of course, I wouldn't have any notes with me because I would be at the mall with my child, who needs new jeans and maybe some long-sleeved shirts for winter. I would be thinking that I wanted to pay cash or stick to my debit card so that I didn't put anything else on the credit card. Fear of racking up debt I wouldn't be able to pay off because I lost all that paper and don't have a "real" job. So I would say, "I am not very articulate on the issues, but I have always known I would be voting in a Democrat this time. Call me a socialist, but I think the idealogical values the Democrats hold are closer to mine than the Republicans."

No, I wouldn't say that. I'd probably smile prettily, say, "I don't want to talk about it," and run away.

I thought McCain was genuine in his attempt to close up a wound yesterday. You may disagree with me, and that's fine. You could argue me into shutting up about this because I am not a good debater. I would, for a bit, start to second guess what I witnessed. I was not happy that Mr. McCain, when he called Obama a decent family man and citizen, seemed to be linking "not ok" with being Arab. But I think he was a bit stunned by that kind of scraggly woman's incoherent and obviously ignorant attempts to express her truly irrational views of this beautiful man who, I hope, will be our next President.

McCain tried. Maybe he was forced to try, but he tried.

It's not enough, and I wish that his campaign had never inspired this violent hatred against Obama, someone who wants to serve his people. I have long respected and admired John McCain. You can argue with me about that, too, but just because I respected him doesn't mean I want him to be my President. I wish he had brought the good parts of himself to the campaign. And there are good parts. He is human and has his faults - womanizer, angry, incapable of seeing that he tends to support rich over middle class.

He has attempted to be a good public servant (and you may not agree, but does anyone who isn't Dick Cheney really start out to do wrong for the sake of cronies?). I cannot hate John McCain. I won't hate him.

There is more that is hurting my brain related to people I love and their take on the economic fiasco, their views of our political scene. I love these people, family and friends, and I absolutely must, because of my very nature, allow myself to try to see things from their points of view. I love them, and that's a good enough reason for me to attempt to understand. So, I will not divide myself even though I am so desperate for Obama-Biden to win, McCain-Palin (though with luck it will not be Palin on Nov. 4, which would make his winning more palatable to me, though only a little more palatable) to lose, I'm going to continue to be myself, to look at all sides, to witness this historic election with as little bias as possible.

It's a Saturday, and my daughter is with me. We are not being very productive (though she is finally in the shower). She wants to organize an evening outing to the mall with a clump of friends. Really, I should find a grant or something to create a teen hideaway in this town. The kids have nothing to do when there is no soccer or football or church youth group event (not that my kid is willing to attend church to go to youth group events). They need to be with each other, this particular generation. Of course I laugh when I think of the chances of getting a grant now that the World Has No Gold.

I have work to do. I have to balance my political obsession with the work.

This helps, fashioning my raw, irrational moods and feelings into words. Yeah.

Hmmm. I think there is a problem with this world and especially with the high school kids these days. How can you be an emo? Don’t they see that they have a mental problem? The problem is not with the kids that become emo it’s with their parents that do not do anything about it. If I were a parent and my some would come home one day dressed like a complete freak and crying all the time, being sad about the world at and age when he does not even no for sure if the world is flat or round, then I would surely take him to a psychiatrist. I am sure that that child has a problem. It is sad that we have to have these kinds of problems and people are sometimes too blind to see them.

From what I understand the word Emo comes from Emotional, so if they have emotional problems they should see a doctor or maybe someone should just tell them that there are people on this earth with much bigger problems: people who do not have anything to eat, or a house to stay, small children who dye from cancer at a very fragile age, wars and many, many other things they can worry about instead of acting like some freaks and being sad every day because no one understands them. People do not understand them because serious people have bigger problems.

Have fun! Enjoy Life!

How hard is it to keep the music down to a reasonable volume?  How hard is to stop shouting once the times move from PM back to AM? How hard is it to stop using the word 'c**t' as often as you use the word 'the'?  It's just simple things that young people just don't seem to appreciate anymore.  I remember when I was their age, yes we had parties.  Yes, we were loud.  However, I don't remember going hard for no reason until the wee hours of the morning.  It just wasn't done.

And yet, they wonder why there's a problem with young people drinking too much while they're out on the town.  Not much of a suprise to me, that's for sure.  It's an attitude thing, it's a culture for a particular group of people.  And it needs to change.  To me, there appears to be no self-restraint, no decided that enough is enough.  It seems to me that everything has to be done hard and fast until you can't do it anymore.  And frankly, it's a dangerous way of living.

I don't know.  Maybe I'm just becoming and old, cranky person (I have always said that I was born a generation too late...).  But it just gives me the shits.  This complete disregard and lack of respect for others, and a lifestyle that promotes doing everything to excess.  So, am I just being a cranky old person, or is there some truth to this early morning rant?

  A generation under stress, Mental Health Foundation, July 2008

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Abstract:

A report by Girlguiding UK and the Mental Health Foundation

This report reveals a generation of girls and young women who are managing a complex spectrum of feelings and emotions everyday.

It shows the importance of creating space, among supportive friends, for difficult issues to be explored and girls to be reassured that their feelings are ‘normal’ – and others feel as they do.

THEN...when your just-turned-sixteen teenager comes to you after school and asks, "Mom, can we go get my driver's license today?"  You put the plan into action.

"Oh, I don't know.  I'm in the middle of making this chili for dinner and I need to leave to go do my afternoon crossing."

Your teen will look at the pot of beans and say, "I'll finish the chili while you are at your crossing.  Okay?"

"Weeellll, okay.  I guess that might work.  The recipe is over there on the counter.  You should probably start browning the hamburger and onion right away."

Kiss her on the cheek and head out the door. 

This worked for me earlier this week.  Like a charm.  The chili was simmering on the stove when I returned from my afternoon crossing and Mack was waiting expectantly to go get her license.  You can use this plan to get the lawn mowed, a bathroom scrubbed, some windows cleaned, or any other pressing chore.  The coveted driver's license is a carrot that dangles oh, so closely for teenagers.  They will do almost anything to get it.  :-)  But remember, it will only work once, so use it wisely. 

And the world BEWARE, our household now consists of three licensed teen driver's, one currently taking driver's ed, and one who just turned 15 and can now get his Learner's Permit.  Did you count?  That is five teen driver's from our household.

BEWARE.  BEWARE.  BEWARE.

Lately we've had trouble sleeping, so have begun to rely on naps.

Sometimes the best place to sleep is on a crowded subway train. (If you can get a seat!)

Especially on the A or D between 59th and 125th Streets, a trip that during rush hour can last as long as five or six hours.

Today we were sitting next to these two teenage girls. The whole trip they were happily screaming to each other about something.

Needless to say, it was not Virginia Woolf!

But we didn't care. The stop-and-start motion of the train lulled us to sleep.

And soon they and everyone else seemed far away.

With the house full of teenagers you have issues regarding sex floating around in the air all the time, and so memories tend to arise in us who walk this planet for some time already.

I remember that I was extremely interested in sex from my early teenage years on and was getting ready, for many years, for the big occasion of the first time. I had so many fantasies with regard to that, imagining what would be the perfect way to do it. One of my favourite was that my father would, somehow, get this brilliant idea to buy me a high class prostitute for one night, as a birthday gift. Well, he never got this telepathic message, despite my intense transmitting.

And I was, of course, full of dreadful fears too, worrying about all the ways, in which things might have gone astray: “Will I know how to do it? Where to put it? Will I find all the things I was supposed to find?” Many dilemmas indeed.

Anyway, putting my desires and fears together, my conclusion was that the perfect sparring partner for my first sexual intercourse would have been a beautiful and unconscious woman. Willingly unconscious, to be precise; I wouldn't want to do anything violent. But the thing was that I thought that if she would be unconscious:

• I would have all the time in the world to explore her body and get familiar with all the crucial points
• I would be able to try out, in peace, various positions and see if I got everything right, do the test drive in a way
• I would be completely safe from the horrible possibility of being laughed at, ridiculed, coursed, yelled at, blamed… (I had many possible disastrous scenarios in my mind, you see)

So, about 15 years ago I was, in a personal growth workshop, sharing with the group these fears I had had as a young adolescent about the first sexual experience and the idea that, at that time, the best possible partner seemed to be an unconscious woman. Upon hearing me saying that, a woman in the circle started to laugh, saying: “I cannot believe what I am hearing. You know, at that age my wish was to be unconscious while having the first sexual intercourse. We would have been a perfect couple for mutual loss of virginity!”

;-)

Yes, being an adolescent is heavy, really heavy.

And, with my first sexual experience, a million years ago, the girl I was with was very experienced and very far from being unconscious.

And I survived. Barely.

So, here's how my math class went the other day:

Meathead #1: This pen is so GAY!

Me: (pissed) It can't be gay! You have to have a brain (or other central nervous system) in order to be gay!

Meathead #2: No, not gay, gay. Gay like mentally retarded gay.

Me: So you're saying gay people are mentally retarded?

At this point in similar conversations, the other person usually launches into a string of, "No! No, I don't mean that! I love people! I know this gay guy! He's great!" Instead, this is what happened:

Meathead #2: Yeah!

Me: Waiwaiwait. You're saying gay people are mentally retarded?

Meathead #2: Well, no, just...I'm just anti-homo. I think homos can do whatever they want, but it's disgusting. Like, you think lesbians are disgusting, right?

Meathead #3: I have no problems with lesbians...if they're hot!

(Neanderthal high-fives and chuckles abound)

Me: What a horrible, sexist, homophobic thing to say! How can you be so totally sheltered and stupid?!

Biblical Meathead: The bible says we shouldn't be gay.

Me: The bible also says don't get haircuts...

Biblical Meathead: Actually, my hair grows like this naturally.

(Neanderthal high-fives and chuckles abound)

Then they all sat and laughed at me, the stupid girl who decided to have a conscience and not skip around smearing on lip gloss and shoving my boobs into their faces. You know, like girls are supposed to?

Nobody expects girls to have political ideas at my school. Boys wear Obama pins, anti-war buttons, political bumper stickers, but when i do it, I'm branded as the shrill feminazi who all the boys mock and objectify so that they can feel more powerful.

Well, here's a newsflash, dudes: You are powerful. You are rich, white, Christian, conservative, straight guys, and you're popular. You freaking rule the Western world. I'm not sure why you feel you have to make women and black people and gays into little jokes when you can have pretty much every single opportunity you want in the world. But it's still not enough. What the hell, guys? I mean, really. You are not oppressed by feminism. You are not oppressed by black people. Homosexuality isn't contagious. You can stop building up barriers of intolerance and smug self-satisfaction.

I guess in the end it must be fear. For the last, what, two thousand years? People like them have lived on top of the other people below them. Now we're catching up. We're gaining equality, and some of these guys can't deal.

Hopefully, they'll mature. Maybe not. I really don't know.

But you know the funny thing? This scenario happened twice in one day.

Hurrah for the future of America.

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1. Tolerance - increased amount or intensity of behaviour to achieve the desired result or diminished effect from behaviour at the same level of intensity.

2. Withdrawal - Psycho-physiological withdrawal symptoms or the engagement of similar activities to avoid withdrawal symptoms.

3. Behaviour engaged over a longer period, in greater quantity, or at a higher intensity.

4. "Persistent desire or unsuccessful efforts to...control the behaviour."

5. Time spent in preparing, engaging and recovering from the effects of the behaviour.

6. Reduced social, occupational, or recreational activities because of the behaviour.

7. Behaviour continues even through it is acknowledged to be a 'problem'

I can think of situations where MySpace/Facebook/MSN/Etc. can easily satisfy each of these criteria. A very troubling thought indeed...

Thats from UrbanDictionary.com. I guess trust isn't something given easily these days. I see a lot of people who don't trust, including myself. Nobody really has any sense of how sensitive people these days are. I mean, if you know that somebody is counting on you, why would you deliberately ruin any trust they have in you?

Lately, I've been hearing a lot of people say "I'm starting to realize who my true friends are." I want to be a true friend to people, but, if everybody else ruins any trust they have, what's the use in trying? Our generation is destroying each other. We're doing nothing but trying to kill people from the inside out. I know I'm not the only one who has realized this, I'm just the only one who will point it out.

Maybe all those people who said "Every teenager these days is nothing but a heartless punk." So, tell me, in your opinion, what's a promise?

Went for a walk to the videoshop this evening and there was a bunch of higschool girls sitting on the corner of a bushy paved sidewalk.
after i walk past them one goes

"OMG DID YOU SEE THAT? DID YOU SEE THAT, SHE TOTALLY JUST SNEERED DOWN AT ME.."

and i walk into the video shop.

on the way out again

girl4: "o hay hay there she is"
girl1: *mans voice* "HAY BABY U WANNA COME OVER HERE"
girl2: "PIG!"
etc etc

(note i was wearing a brown soft leather lined bomberjacket, Valleygirl cream cammy pinafore thing and darkwash skinnylegs from Grab - and apparently that somehow automatically = lesbian??)

me walking away: "a dog was just pissing there earlier."
shrieking girl: "huh?!"
girl1: ...EEEW(sarcasm) AS IF WE CAAARE.

lmao

I guess girls these days are too "awesome" to let dog piss phase them.

Teenagers ideas of hygiene must be going downhill,
perhaps due to popularity of the AmyWinehouse-esque "i apply eyeliner before bed because it looks cool in the morning" trend that has gripped this area.

And did I have that much trashy attitude in High School?
Since when has looking at someone as you pass been considered a challenge now? FYI Monkeys in Japan take it that way too - one must avoid direct eye contact or they will attack.

It reminds me that I'm probably too young to be working at a school.
From years 9 to 11 the girls have absolutely no respect for me since I'm only 20 years old.
I think its worse because some are spoiled. A lot of them have connections to the teachers too.
Its such a shame they don't see what a waste of time all that nonsense is.
I wish I'd known it too when I was in High School.

Regardless, everyone in MY year knew not to sit around that area.
Its coated in decades of animal urine and drunk vomit.

I'm pretty sure I just don't like females in general, the older I get.
Guys seem so less fucked up in day-to-day life.
Its too bad I never seem to make any male friends.

I don't know. Enjoy your gutter hygiene Ladettes.

 I was out at horse riding with some friends last night and we were looking at old photos- you know the typical ones mum has in her cupboard- old ballet recitals, college graduation, holiday at Disneyland and then there came one.......mystifying it was, all quiffs and ruffles, a vision in white ( baggy shirt and shimmering leggings )...I think I spotted a pair of white beads too.

''Where on earth were you going?'' I asked.

''Oh probably just down the chip shop,'' replied my friend.

I remember putting on my purple, suede, Adam Ant pixie boots and my white ruffle shirt just to go for the milk......sad days, sad days....glad days, mad days...... we were the New Romantics.

Half a life away.

This got me to thinking.  These books that we are reading...these books that they call The Great Books of Western Civilization or the Canon or the Classics, are given such titles because of how they make us think about God, our beliefs, our values, etc.  To watch young people ranging from grades 9-12 have such adult conversations about life was moving.  Through discussion and drama, I have been able to help these students think about more than the life they live...the music, clothes, etc.

As one student said, "I have never THOUGHT of God as a friend."  Sometimes people are not bound by the obvious oppressors.  They can be bound by the walls that they put up themselves, that block them from thinking about life deeper than religious confines of the ritualistic places of worship, what the latest song is or fashion or slang word.  Yesterday, my students were free to talk openly about God, whether they agreed with my opinion or not.  They were free to talk about who they love the most....mom, dad or wife or husband, without the fear of having me tell them what they should believe.  As the verse we read yesterday said:  "I saw the tears of the oppressed, with no one to comfort them."  Can I change the word 'comfort' to 'listen'?   Or can comfort also mean listen?  I saw the tears of the oppressed and because I listened to them, they were comforted.  They were free.

Hakea Park's graphic novel collection was located in the YA area. When complaints were received about adult titles in this collection (at that time only from staff members before the title was put on the shelf), titles were added to the general (adult) collection and interfiled with ordinary fiction. One such title was manga of the genre Boys’ Love, which has themes of love between two men [1]. This genre is aimed at different age groups, and includes Yaoi, erotic titles aimed at adults [2]. The title at Hakea Park had no explicit material – the two male characters only went as far as kissing. It was deemed to be unsuitable for the YA collection and moved to adult fiction. Young People’s Librarian Ms Davilak felt this outcome was acceptable, because the title had not been removed from the library. This is an unfortunate outcome for gay teenagers who may benefit from finding such material in their YA collection. While Yaoi and Boys’ Love is generally created by and for females and McLelland believes,

Gay men tend not to identify with the beautiful youths in women’s manga and feel that these figures are figments of women’s imaginations. [3]

Brenner and Wildsmith surveyed gay readers of Yaoi and Boys’ Love and found the genre is enjoyed by some [4] and Lyle Masaki blogged about the intersection of female and gay male readers of Yaoi [1]. Easy access to reading material about characters experiencing similar life events, “where male x male romance was desirable as opposed to being stigmatized” [5] is important for gay teenagers and those questioning their sexuality. An example being Satosumi Takaguchi’s Shout Out Loud! which focuses on issues of coming out. These young people may be embarrassed to ask library staff about such material and if they do not find it on their own, may leave the library disappointed.

The Sandman by Neil Gaiman [6] was another title deemed mature and the series was “broken up.” The “more graphic” volumes were interfiled in the general adult fiction section and the rest stayed in the YA graphic novel collection. Ms Davilak felt these mature titles might not have been as easy to find, but they were still available for all borrowers, teenagers included.  She explained,

A couple of times I've heard someone say, “It says it’s on the shelf but I can’t see it there with the others.” And then we’ll say, “Oh ok, it says it’s on that shelf there [adult], not that shelf there [YA].” And then we go and track it down for them. So really, I mean, it probably has added a little bit of extra footwork for staff but I think it’s generally [fine].

If someone was not able to find the The Sandman volume they wanted and subsequently gave up, staff would never know. Leaving dissatisfied, they may believe the library was inadequate and never return.

References

1. Masaki, Lyle (2008) “Yowie!” The Stateside appeal of boy-meets-boy YAOI comics After Elton, 6 January.
2. McLelland, Mark (2000) "No climax, no point, no meaning? Japanese women's boy-love sites on the Internet" The Journal of Communication Inquiry, vol.24, no.3, pp.274-291.
3. McLelland, Mark (2000) Male homosexuality and popular culture in modern Japan Intersections: Gender, History and Culture in the Asian Context, issue 3.
4. Brenner, Robin & Wildsmith, Snow (2008) Paper presented at the GLBT Roundtable at the ALA Conference, Anaheim, CA.
5. Hale, Issac (2008) Manga Recon @ Yaoi-Con 2008, 8 October.
6. Gaiman, Neil (1991) The Sandman. New York: DC Comics/Vertigo.

When L comes home from school she does a few things, and yeah, they are fairly routine.  She drops her bag, heads right to her room, slams the door, does a little self talk ("ok, so that wasn't such a bad day."  or "ughhh, thank god that it over"), grabs her ipod and that is where it all begins. 

The louder she sings, the more her bird squawks--we can't figure out if he likes it or is pleading for silence.  She has NOOO idea how loud she is singing or that the neighborhood is enjoying a version of American Idol right here in the middle of suburbia.

Each and everyday as she comes home and finds comfort in blasting out some vocals, I smile and feel a sense of awe at how wonderfully at peace with herself she is. 

God knows I would never sing that loud with people in earshot...

Oh I really do.  No pedo.  I read once in a motivational, "You keep getting older and the stay the same age." But thats a whole nother story.  Check out this remix by the teenagers.

 The Enemy - Had Enough (The Teenagers Remix)

Because this is something I just do not understand.

It's unbelievable teenage girls could pose real threats to little girls at night!

3 Chinese teenage girls lurked on the streets at night, trying all sorts of means to lure primary school girls into sacrificing their virginity to men.

This took place in the wee hours on 19th August this year in China. It all began when Lan met another schoolmate of hers, Rong. Rong wanted to know Lan's friend Li. Rong explained her friends wanted to look for Li.

A helpful Lan revealed Li's residence and Rong called the three teenagers who are around 16-years-old to gather near Li's place.At first, Li refused to meet Lan as her father forbidded her from going out late at night.

To read more,

http://ryblogland.blogspot.com/2008/10/ryblogland-teenage-girls-preyed-on.html

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So, some of you may know the situation: your young adult does not live up to certain expectations that someone invented somewhere along the line. What do you do? Well, I'll try to keep this brief, since it's a long story. Let's just say, I let my daughter down and was emotionally unavailable for quite some time. Thus I made more than two mistakes during the past 16 years. She is angry, I am sad. Recently, I spent much time reflecting and mourning, and decided to make the best of things. (That is what I do best in life.)

I decided to be here for her now as best I could, in whatever way she would let me, and support her now. I do not mean that I spoil her or sweep the pebbles out of her way. I'm just emotionally here. I decided that I believe in her and know she will find her way. Take a good look at her mother and one immediately recognizes that detours and apparent dead ends run in the family.

So over the past few months, my support for her and belief in her grew. I trusted that all would work out. The universe is looking out for her as well. She has her destiny. I just happened to be reading about lots of famous, successful people who screwed up in school. I comforted her, saying: "You're on the path to fame and fortune!" And I stopped worrying.

She is registered for a one-year course in a training program, run by the department of labor, basically to prepare her for the work force (and to keep her busy until she finds something she wants to do.) That program starts next week. I enjoyed having some time with her. It was convenient that only my son had to get up so early and out of the house, since it was an adjustment for him to the new school, and an adjustment for me to be working. By mid-October, we are somewhat settled, and ready for the next schedule adjustment.

So what happens? She gets a letter today from the local employment office saying that her favorite hairdresser is looking for an apprentice! She called up, immediately got an appointment for this afternoon. She got right to work on her C.V. and letter of application. I didn't act like a know-it-all, but helped her any time she asked. I even cautiously suggested an improvement of the first paragraph. But I let her do it without interfering all that much. She could sense that I had faith in her ability, so she was able to accept my help. That felt good!

We got there early and the boss was busy. She dropped off the application and came back out to the car. I told her to go back in and wait until the boss had time to see her. She yelled and said: "It's too late. Just go home!" I tried to talk reasonably, but she refused to listen. We drove home.

She went into the living room to watch TV. I told her, if they called, I was willing to drive her back again right away. I went into my room. I thought to myself: "Should I call up and say the she'd been so nervous that she wasn't thinking? Should I call and ask for a second chance?" I sat on my hands and said, "No. Don't get involved. It will work out." And I repeated to myself: "They will call. They will call." Five minutes later my daughter said: "Mom, can we go back? They just called and the boss wants to talk with me personally." I smiled and said: "It worked." She got a suspicious look on her face and said: "Did you call them?" How happy I was to say: "No. I just hoped they would."

We drove back. She didn't want me to go inside with her because I was wearing my converse sneakers with the peace signs. I said: "Well, you can just explain that your mother is weird." And I promised to keep my mouth shut. (Ha! Imagine that!) The boss wanted to speak with me as well, so I went in -- with my sneakers on. No problem. We had a little chat and it was soon settled that she would go tomorrow and spend the day there, so they can check out the chemistry.

On the way out, I was grinning. She commented on my self-satisfied grin. I said: "You don't understand. I'm happy because the universe..." and I started to explain my theory. She interrupted me: "Just write it down. Write a book: Letters to my daughter: all the things she didn't want to hear. Or how about What I learned about life through my daughter." Then she laughed. I asked: "Do you have another book title?" No, it was something else.

And we drove home into the sunset, one smiling mother and one smiling daughter. Everything isn't perfect, but we're getting closer step by step. I'm learning to be the mother she needs, and it feels right. And I couldn't help thinking: "What will the neighbors say when they find out she's an apprentice at the most exclusive hairdresser in town?" But I'm not worried about that now. I'm much more delighted at the fact that I'm learning to listen to her, not smother her with my "knowledge" and experience, appreciate her as she is, and believe in her. God, does that feel good!