Those strong, concurrently opposing feelings you have for Christmas? “I love it, no-- I hate it; she’s my sister, no she’s my mother?”

I feel that so often that I had to create a term for it: passionate ambivalence.

So many great moments in this piece. Such a great take on getting older: "one of the beautiful things about aging is you learn to let go, and you learn that who you are — is simply who you are."

Aging = the ultimate in passionate ambivalence.