strands of sentimentality
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I inherited my father's lack of attachment to people to the same degree I inherited my mother's easy laughter. When a moment is done, I can silently resign myself to what comes next and beckon joy to come over for dinner, from across the next street. I was to made move on with ease. But I can laugh about almost anything too. Especially loss. Especially when a circumstance has gotten too serious. Similarly, I got stuck (as stuck as I allow myself to be) with my dad's cynicism but won the jackpot with my mom's knack for befriending mere strangers. I can go down the list and point to qualities I have and don't have (re: timeliness) and track it back to the particular parent or other figures that have loomed large enough to leave a mark, an etching in the tree bark, on me. Sometimes I'm left with a certain phraseology that's permeated my defenses, little phrases I've co-opted. Examples include but are not limited to: a$$ hat; peace out girl scout; hell y...