Pilgrim Soul's Blog
Craig Childress on Coping with the Trauma of Parental Alienation; a Must Read
This blog is always very insightful but this latest installment just knocked my socks off.
http://drcraigchildressblog.com/2015/04/03/coping-with-the-trauma-of-par...
" In New York City, it is the single mothers who have it rough!" - OMG, he is talking about BMs!!!
Director of an elite private school, an old, distiguished-looking guy with a patrician nose, did not mind sharing his opinions with us. I was with a group of professionals touring an expensive private school on the Upper East Side. The visit was predictably boring and took us to see the facilities, admire the library, enjoy a few classes for a few minuites. Then came Q and A time in the conference room. Soon the Director launched into a well rehearsed soliloquy. He had a lot to say, much of it quite sensible. The school is trying to help out the parents who cannot afford it.
21yo Man: Mom, I Know You Want Me to Hate Dad. I am *Not* Going to Do it for You. End of quote.
News at Five: PAS does not always work. Here is a fantastic example of how it DOESN'T.
Step Relations in the Time of Henry VIII: Wolf Hall comes to New York
DH and I watched Wolf Hall on Broadway Friday night, the first time Royal Shakespeare Company was performing it in NYC. It is a fantastic production! So talented and alive... so well done. If you are familiar with books by Hillary Mantel you will enjoy it. My friends in Britain tell me the BBC mini-series that is coming to Masterpiece on PBS in April is also excellent. In book form, theater or TV, don't miss Wolf Hall - it gives nice insights into family entanglements, Tudor-style.
Here is BM vs SM vs SD dynamic set in 1530s. Some highlights include:
Happy Step-Story for a change. "In Honor of SM from DH's family..."
Last month I happened to go back to the building in a big city where I used to live when my kids were very young. We had a very lovely elderly couple as neighbors: a man and a woman in their 70s, sweet, easy going, very friendly. They lived next door to each other, in adjacent apartments one floor below me. Luckily, the guy was hard of hearing and was not at all disturbed if my kids kicked up a racket. The woman was someone i admired greatly: always very positive, out-going, kind to everyone she met. She exhuded love. We became friends.