Why is there so often a tension between mothers and daughters?
Between fathers and sons, too?
An unspoken tightness that ends in butting heads and frustration.
Fathers and daughters get along just fine.
And mothers and sons nearly always get each other’s quirks.
Why can’t the same sex make it work?
“Sometimes we can’t communicate well, for no particular reason except that we’re mother and daughter and so different: I’m so flamboyant and confessional and eccentric; and she’s so essentially English, concerned with how things look to others. But she makes me these big pots of soup, and when she leaves sometimes I cry.”