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Why Mamas get gray hair

The Middle East is in turmoil. Again.

It happens with great regularity, and this time there's a multi-country momentum building that's probably going to change the face of the region.

New leaders.

New government.

Less oppression, more freedom. At least that's the goal. The journey may be rough.

Projections are all tentative, but at this point unrest of this magnitude is expected to take years, yes years, to resolve/settle.

Some even predict a generation for a democracy to take hold, if that is indeed how Egypt goes. Which would be awesome, but I bring Western perspective to it, and as a friend shared with me this morning, Ted Koppel once said that 'Democracy is like toilet paper in the Middle East. You use it once, then you're done with it.'

That said, my first born is over there. In a 'safe' zone, at least for the moment, but when it comes to the Middle East and safe zones and all that? I don't have a lot of faith that everyone will keep cool and calm in the face of even bigger turmoil. Which is planned. Demonstrations are planned in the coming weeks.

Mamas tend to just worry about things even if they're aren't dire yet.

It's how we roll.

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