So the hunt for Brandon Crisp ended today. CBC has been talking about it on and off all day long. The story scares me straight yo.
I remember having fights with my Mom over events that seemed so earth shattering when I was 13 through to 21. These issues seemed worth disrespecting her and the family over at the time. Tortured feelings and betrayals that serve as the fodder for comedy and poetry as an adult.
There by the grace of the fates go we. I think you can be the best parent you could possibly be but the mind of a teenager is a treachorous and monumental place where if you don't remain vigilant the stakes can rise to a dangerous level over the seemingly inane aspects of growing up.
Mom says that the reason we never ran away was because we always lived in the far north where running away meant having to negotiate -50C temperatures or black bug season both of which are dangerous in the bush.
I can only hope that when the day comes Fenner and I will be able to negotiate those conflicts equally as successfully.
**Thank you Emily for the dangerously cute picture of a 1 yr old.