My name is Jean. I'm 74, going on 14, the daughter of Florence, who died when she was only 49 and I was only 27 with a preschool-age daughter of my own. My mother would have loved and appreciated my daughter in ways I wasn't able to for too many years.
I never had the chance to resolve any of the mutual frustrations between my mother and me. I see this blog as a chance, perhaps, to heal some of the mutual frustrations between my daughter, Deborah, and I before time and opportunity run out.
Deborah and I have promised to respect each other by aiming for blunt honesty rather than by walking on eggs trying not to hurt each other's feelings
The goal is to post an entry every week or two, hoping other daughters and mothers will post their comments in the on-going dialogues.
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