As my big goal in life is to raise daughters who are compassionate, giving, strong thinking life-lovers, I recently decided we are going to collaboratively give more often. Specifically, in some small or large way, we will give every day.

I couldn’t see it through her fury but she’d wanted me to reassure her and I had, in many acts of stubbornness, drawn lines in the sand.

I remember my moderate disappointment. Shouldn’t a daughter resemble her mother?

But maybe, just maybe, if she remembers what we share, that we are literally cut from the same cloth, she'll remember me.