Mama's Musings

The Mom-Me Generation

Hmm...today's New York Times article by David Hochman got me to thinking. A lot of other people in my universe have been thinking about it, too. Are we self-absorbed to write about personal things online, in books, in articles? I have always viewed it as a sharing of myself, my thoughts, my ideas, in the hopes of inspiring others. Or are we a member of the "Mom-Me" generation. I don't think so. Do you?

Ghosts, gurus, golly!

My head is spinning. Information overload or dream come true? Who knows. At the moment, I feel hot and cold, nervous and calm, happy and sad. Must be that time of the month.

There are so many positive things coming my way: people who want to write books with me; people wanting my writing (for free -- um, no thanks); people wanting my PR services; people wanting my attention, a book review, a translation, a new language. And mostly, they are willing to do what it takes to get it.

Cool spiritual things

This Web site is so cool! It is called Spiritual Cinema Circle. For a monthly fee of $21 (plus S&H) you get four DVDs which you can keep. The site is owned by What Dreams May Come producer Stephen Simon, who wants to spread the word of spiritual movies that will uplift you and bring to you the power of love.

For those of us who find the quality of Hollywood movies to be questionable, this site is the answer to our question: "Is there anything good on tonight?"

Clang,clang,clang

Huuuuuuuuuaaaaaaannnnnnnn! Clang, clang, clang. That is the standard response my grandmother would give whenever she was shocked by something. And I find myself doing it. Not only that, my daughter does it, too.

Picture the nasal inhalation of a gorgeous, aging beauty queen with bangles that clanged as she astounded at this, that, or the other. My sister and I used to laugh, huuuanning and clanging our way through puberty. At one point, however, it no longer was a voluntary reaction, but an involuntary one. I find comfort in the fact she does it, and HER daughter does it, too.

My daughter mimics me, but one day, yes one day! She will be wondering if she has become like her mother.

Is it genetic? Are we destined to become like our foremothers? I think so. My bracelets are click-clacking together as I type this. Huuuuuuuuuuaaaaaannnn!