How is it...

... that mother's always know exactly the right thing to say?

Here's the e-mail my dear Mummy sent me in response to my last post.

One of my favorite quotes suggests that "we don't find ourselves, we create ourselves"

While Kati Trottier is magical and elusive, she is not some mythical being who can fade into the forest never to be seen again. No Precious, She was forged in the fires of LA as they were stoked by a parade of roommates, a wild boy, a divorce, crazy folk with bad teeth, inappropriate theater trolls with evil ladders, fine elves with theatrical inclinations and high expectations, a gay republican nut case, and keepers of outer space monsters.

She was made strong on wine laced cooking and food from friendly pubs. She is made strong of flesh and blood, muscle and bone. Her intellect is keen and her instincts are excellent. No Precious, She will not be diminished by mere geography or altitude. She is heading north with her familiar, the tender Brigid. Together, they will rise to new levels of creativity. They will master skills that will allow them to wander wherever they wish.

Blessed Be! They are heading in our direction. Prepare the wine and start the music.