Up to my neck and rising will work for this post, too.

My sister has gone missing, and I think I finally believe in global warming.

Perhaps she has taken another extended trip now that the Northwest Passage is open again.

Up to my neck and rising

I'm reading Reviving Ophelia. It's been on my "gotta get to it" list for quite awhile. Now that I'm in a counseling internship and at the brink of adolescent adventure with my daughter, it rose to the top of the stack.

On page 22, Pipher quotes a Stevie Smith poem, "they are not waving, they are drowning."

How can we as women be lifeguards to our girls when this quote sums us up just as well, if not better, than the girls we are to rescue?

We smile and wave at Home & School Meetings, countless sports practices, our own work places, volunteer activities and church events, but almost all of us aren't really waving at all. We're struggling for breath!

We want to be Every Woman, and end up spent. We want to give our girls this great model of how to "do it all" while we are so stressed that we can't even find our own vehicle in a parking lot. In fact, we don't even remember driving to the store.

My thoughts are coming so rapidly, and all I want to do is get them down on this page, but of course, I can't. There are birthday cakes to make, field notes to write, laundry to do, emails to send, cards to address, classes to attend, carpools to drive...I'll wave goodbye for now.