I'm sitting across from my twenty-year-old daughter in an overpriced café in Athens, Georgia. She is holding onto a coffee cup with both hands, her painted nails peeling. She is tired, but content. I ask her how life is. She’s happy, but shares some minor conflicts in her life. Everything from confirming her major, to boyfriend and other relationship issues. “Is it no wonder we have these horrific tragedies when we have differences with the people we love?” It seems it will