Has Anyone Seen Madonna?

Madonna On MDNA Tour


Ok, she’s still got it.  She’s pretty, slim, fit with a body to die for and all the moves for males to still lust over but, will someone please fill Madge in on the fact that she’s 53 years old and menopausal?  I’m not sure that she’s getting or embracing that idea given the raciness of her latest album, MDNA nor, from the sight of her video pelvic grinds, pole dancer’s squats and suggestive moves more fitting of a porn queen than a pop music queen.

What does the MDNA acronym actually stand for anyway?  Does anyone really know for sure?  Madonna, herself doesn’t seem to be saying.  At least, not with any certainty. Yes, she’s giving out different possibilities, like Madonna without the vowels, Madonna DNA and other ridiculously obvious sly answers which all tend to raise both eyebrows as well as the question of whether Madonna has “seen Molly” one too many times, herself?

It’s old news by now but, for those of us who aren’t exactly Madonna worshippers and therefore, have bypassed her latest stunt on stage, good ole Madge (who still refers to herself as a “girl”) yelled out to her much younger dance music fan audience, asking  “How many people in this crowd have seen Molly?”   For those who don’t know this either, Molly is used as a drug slang for MDMA, the drug, Ectasy which is widely used by the fan crowd that Madonna is catering to with her dance music craze of late.

What’s sad is that Madge’s own daughter, Lourdes, has to watch her famous menopausal mom, grind, bump and have fake sex with walls and floors.  At 15 years of age, this can’t be easy for her to deal with especially, when hormone raged teenaged males of the same age, make mention of wanting to meet her mother.  How does a kid live up to her mother’s raunchy and almost teenage-like antics except to become a real-life version of her menopausal erotica styled mother?

Madonna's Daughter, Lourdes

Madonna's daughter, Lourdes, caught smoking by photographers, following her mother's bad habits.

Already looking much older than her 15 years of age, it wouldn’t come as a surprise if Madonna finds herself having to bail her daughter out of a few messes in coming years.  Who could blame the girl?  While her mother is on stage, teasing teenaged and twenty-something year old boys with sexual gestures and, becoming younger female fans’ idol, Lourdes will most likely find herself having to gain a reputation of her own in order not to blend into the woodwork behind the material girl’s rep.

Madonna has stated during an interview on Sirius Radio, that she plans to take Lourdes on her summer tour saying,  “I have to keep my eye on her.”

Ya think, Madge?  How about acting like a mom first?  That often goes a long way in lending some validity to the words of wisdom you’ll likely want to impart upon your 15 year old-going on 25, daughter.  When you’re acting as though you’re five years older than her, you’re not likely to get too far with your control over her and her future.  Otherwise, it’s more a case of, do what I say, not what I do, type of scenario.  That’s not especially well accepted by most teens under the best of circumstances.

Maybe, Lourdes is used to her mother’s antics and knows it’s all a schtik?  Perhaps, Lourdes has been well coached on how to deal with the pressure of living up to her mother’s fame and how she got it and maintains it?  Somehow though, I doubt that the pressure that comes with her famous mother’s antics and slutty status role will be an easy one to remain in the shadows.  Pressure will likely see her fall victim to what so many famous celeb’s children do, trouble.

Meanwhile, we all will have to wonder if Madonna will remain the Girl Gone Wild as she rides the waves towards senior citizendom.

Wake up, Madge.  You’re menopausal with a young, impressionable daughter.

By the way, I’m now thinking that MDNA may stand for, Madonna Desperately Needs Attention.

Just a thought.




Who Cares How Much Weight Jessica Simpson Has Put On?

So, Jessica Simpson is pregnant and has put on weight.  Do we really care?

The singer claims she has put on 40 lbs during her near term pregnancy and apparently, that’s become headline Entertainment news with the critics claiming that it’s more than forty pounds, more like 60 or perhaps, even seventy pounds.  They’ve even gone to the point of comparing other star’s pregnancy photos and weight gains.



This photo of a very pregnant Simpson was taken while being a bridesmaid for friend, Lauren Zelman this past weekend.

As if it wasn’t enough that the poor woman had to hold up her dress and walk carefully because she couldn’t see her feet, paparazzi snapped photos of her awkward walk down the aisle in what fashion critics might also call, a horrendous dress.  Ok, so admitedly, it looks like a nightgown one could buy at Walmart but, all the same, it’s embarrassing enough being so near due date pregnant and not being able to see your own shoes.  Oooppss…did she have them on?  Could she get a pair on?  Media didn’t report on that point so, I guess we won’t know.  We also might not know what underwear she was wearing that day either.  Was she wearing any?  Was it a thong or maternity panties?

I don’t know about you but, my day has been ruined now.  These are the things that I truly need to know in order to function in my day.

But, then again, a la Demi Moore style, Simpson wasn’t shy in getting paid to do a nude pregnancy shot for Elle magazine that created quite a controversy in parts of the U.S. where prudish people were outraged at the mag’s cover being on display at check-out counters, calling it “too risque for family shopping”.



 I can kind of see shopper’s point in their complaints.  There’s nothing more un-appealing than putting your lettuce, melons and bread onto a conveyor belt beneath pictures of a nude and pregnant woman to turn off your appetite, let alone corrupt the little ones’ minds as they point and ask, “what’s that lady doing mommy?”  I suppose that could make for a bit of a challenging dinner conversation if the kids don’t forget what they saw and you didn’t think to pry them with goodies from the candy shelves that always line the shelves below the mag sections at the check-outs.  Besides that though, I really needed to know what Jessica looks like, nude while pregnant.  I guess she figured we all did too.

But, don’t fear yet because Simpson has vowed to get down to her pre-pregnancy body again.  She has said that she’s just enjoyed eating whatever she wanted throughout the pregnancy and not have to exercise.  Who can blame the woman?  She’s finally got an excuse to eat and not run herself ragged at a gym like most celebs do.  If I were her, I’d be eating up a storm too and worrying about the post pregnancy weight, post pregnancy.  I’m sure she can afford a personal trainer and a cook to prepare proper, weight-loss menus for her.  If only the rest of us could afford that, I’d eat like a pig too.

So stay tuned for the details of J.S.’s labour and delivery, complete with photos of the baby.  Then, we can all hear the daily details of Jessica’s daily work-out and diet plan.  My world won’t be complete without all of these details.


Miss Universe Pagent Disqualifies Transgendered Contestant

Miss Universe Pagent Officials DQ Transgendered Contestant 

Transgendered beauty queen, Jenna Talackova, has been disqualified from the Donald Trump sponsored, Miss Universe Pagent and is raising the issue of discrimination.  She will likely be seeking legal representation on this matter.

Jenna Talackova

Transgendered Beauty Pagent Contestant, Jenna Talackova, has been disqualified from the Miss Universe Pagent for not being born a female.

In a world, day and age where people are starving, nuclear weapons are potentially being built, climate changes are worrisome and we’re facing a litany of woes, worries and serious problems, throughout this world, apparently, The Miss Universe Pagent has made headlines with issues of discrimination.

Donald Trump, sponsor of Miss Universe pagent is apparently still putting his money into backing these antiquated and discriminatory beauty pagents.

Does anyone in today’s age, really even watch or follow these things anymore?

I remember as a kid, sitting down on specified Saturday nights to watch both the Miss America Contest as well as the Miss Canada, usually more enamoured with the U.S. version, even though I’m Canadian.  It was a big thing, back in the 50’s and 60’s.  Watching it was like watching the Academy Awards.  For two or so hours, people would turn on their tv sets, put out trays of goodies and sit down as a family, hedging bets as to who would win the crown.  Of course, my grandfather and father used to love the bathingsuit portions while we women folk loved the evening gown and talent portions.

I still can’t believe that we watched and therefore, supported something that was, in all reality, a degradation of women in general but, we did.  How times have changed.

I would like to believe that we’ve grown as a society.  I would like to think that we’re beyond parading women around as objects and judging them on their beauty.  I’d like to believe that we’ve grown to realize that a woman is a person, not an object and that true beauty is within, not how she looks in a swimsuit, held down with double faced tape or breasts proped up with rubber bands, vaseline on teeth so that they can smile endlessly.  I would hope that in today’s society, women’s achievements are held more dear than what women look like.  I had hoped that these “beauty contests” had gone by way of the dinosaur.

Apparently, they haven’t.

Sadly, people like Donald Trump, the male chauvinist that he is, is still using his money to back woman being judged according to their beauty.

I say that since the criteria being judged is beauty and these pagents are degrading to begin with, either transgendered are permitted or the contests cease to exist period…as they should in the first place.

In my estimation, Jenna is every bit as beautiful a woman on that stage as any of the others who were born female.

With plastic surgery and cosmetic procedures available to all, what’s the difference whether one’s “enhancements” are cheekbones, noses, breast implants, hair weaves, botox injections or, surgery to create female body parts?

As far as I’m concerned with these pagents, if it walks like a duck, quacks like a duck and lives like a duck, it’s a duck.  Talackova is now considered a “duck” so, get over it and judge her with the rest of the ducks.

We’ve got bigger things to worry about than some antiquated, discriminatory, irrelevant, degrading, beauty contest.

To those who continue to back and support them and, to those who are either insecure enough or conceited enough to enter them, do so at your own risk while the rest of us, get on with bigger issues to deal with in today’s world.

By the way, I’m extending my invitation to Donald Trump to haul himself out of the 1950’s join the rest of us in the 21st Century.

Mariam Makhniashvili’s Death Teaches Us A Lesson


It’s both ironic and extremely sad, how when investigators and family were asking students at Forest Hill Collegiate for anyone who had spoken to Mariam Makhniashvili to come forward, not one person put up their hand or came forward afterward.  Not one person had spoken to the girl in the four days that she’d attended the school.

Yet, during her funeral, there sat students and staff members, as mourners, giving pleasant thoughts about her.

Where were they all during Mariam’s four short days at the school?  How is it that no one took the time to even introduce themselves to Mariam and ask her name or, even try to communicate with her as a new student to the school or class?  What would it have taken or, how much effort would it have taken, to have made a simple, friendly gesture that only involved having to step outside of themselves and their peer groups and clicks to have spoken to Mariam?

Unfortunately, the students at Forest Hill Collegiate are not a case to be singled out.

It boggles my mind how many of us go through life and never feel that we’re appreciated by many people around us.  Yet, were we to be able to attend our own funerals, we’d likely hear a lot of nice things about ourselves, coming from people’s mouths who never bothered much with us during our lifetimes.

Are we hypocrites or, do we simply not think to let people know what we feel about them while we can or make some sort of effort to be friendly or nice to others around us while alive?

Does Death cause us to be kinder or, are we phonies as a whole?

What does it take to make a simple gesture towards someone…especially, someone we care about?  How many times have we by-passed the phone in making a quick call to say, “I care and am thinking of you”?  How many of us have never walked across a lawn or a street to have welcomed a newcomer to the neighbourhood?  How many times have we gone out, gotten into our cars and ignored neighbours without so much as a wave and a “good morning” gesture?

Worst of all, is that we have people in our lives who don’t truly know what we think about them.  We have family members and friends who don’t know how much they mean to us because we don’t express it often, if at all.

Yet, when these people pass away in death, we’ll attend their funerals, shed tears and express how wonderful a person they were to everyone else around us.  The only person who never heard those words and facts was the person who passed on.

Mariam’s story and short life has brought the point forward in my life that there is no use in waiting until someone is missing or dead to get to know someone or to say kind words about them to someone else.  We need to be doing these things all along and throughout our lives with other people.

I will tell my friends how much their frienship means to me.  I will let my family members know how wonderful I think that they are and how much they mean to my life.  I will greet newcomers to the neighbourhood or work place, knowing that they need a friend or just someone to help them feel part of an unfamiliar place.  I will be kinder in general and more forthright with kind thoughts being expressed to others while they are alive, rather than at their funerals.

Take a moment today and let someone you love, know how special they are to you.  Extend your hand in welcome to someone who is new to your neighbourhood or work place.  Treat others as you would like to be treated.  Think how much you’ve let go and not spoken to someone you truly care about and wonder what you would say if it were their last day.  Whatever that may be, say it.  We never know when it is our last day here.

We all need to know that we’re important in some way or another while alive.

Blogging: Public Journals?

It seems that there’s nothing that gets talked about more in blogs than the art of blogging.  What to say, how to say it, how to get ideas on writing a blog entry, editing a blog, creating a blog, finding a blog’s purpose and, the list goes on and on.  It seems as though bloggers can spend more time in figuring out how to blog than in actual blogging.

But, what then, is a blog really?

When I first started into the idea of blogging, I had to question what the difference was between a blog, a diary and a journal.

A blog appears to be defined as a Web Log or a web sourced journal.

A diary, is thought of as a teenaged or tween form of keeping track of what happened during their days but, still thought of as a form of journalling.

A journal is considered a way of keeping thoughts, quotes, ideas, personal stories or anything else that the writer wishes to keep for the future.

“A journal is a tool for self-discovery, an aid to concentration, a mirror for the soul, a place to generate and capture ideas, a safety valve for the emotions, a training ground for the writer, and a good friend and confident.”

Ron Klug

I recently cleared off a book shelf and found some old journals that I’d kept.  Taking a cup of tea out into the back patio during the beautiful almost summer like weather we’ve been having, I started to read through them.  Much to my chagrin and shock, I realized that my so-called journals were really nothing more than rant books.  They were akin to demonic possessed diaries that laid bare my rather nasty feelings towards any number of people in my life during those times.

If one has ever seen the movie, Bridget Jones’ Diary, one can relate to the horrors of someone possibly finding these vicious diatribes somewhere down the road and gasping in horror at what it was that I was really thinking at that time.  The entries certainly don’t paint me as a loving, caring person nor, as 3 dimensional.  The fact that I really never wrote in those books unless I was hurt, angry and bitter over something or another, didn’t help matters any.  I never wrote about the good feelings or my happier days.  Those stayed unwritten.  Afterall, they were to be enjoyed and never needed writing down but, sadly, the less than wonderful was not only there in black and white but, brutally written from the gut during those moments of pure anger, hurt and bitterness.

When I looked back at it all now, of course, it’s all ancient history and I couldn’t help but wonder why I’d written all of this down and kept it.  It’s not like any of it was doing anyone, especially me, any good to have it hanging around where someone could one day have read it.  At those points in time, they were simply raw emotions doing the writing as I attempted to vent some of the venom I felt coursing through my veins.  They were anger and hurt transformed into words but, nothing more.  So, why did I feel the need to keep them back then?  Why not just write it out, rip it up and get rid of it?  Why keep it so that others might eventually stumble upon them?

While blogging, it’s crossed my mind that most of us who blog, feel that we have something to share with others that may be of interest to someone else other than ourselves.  Could it be that deep down inside of us, we are Journal Exhibitionists?  Are we simply writing web based journals for all to see?  Is anything that we have to say, really that awe inspiring that we think it’s even worthy of anyone else reading what we have to say?

Personally, I think that blogging, journaling and diary writing is a form of art.  We may present our pieces as abstracts, fine art or simply expressions of ourselves.  What we write about may not be anyone’s cup of tea or it may be everyone’s.  We never know until we’ve written it and let others read it.  However, one thing is for sure.  We want others to read what we’re thinking or we wouldn’t be writing it on the world-wide web.

So, I’ve burned my old temper tantrum files, tossed the keys to the old diaries and here I am, with the rest of the bloggers, now writing out in the open for all to read, minus the temper tantrums, for the most part.

There are, of course, times when I will use a simple scrap of paper to write and vent out my anger but, I now destroy it shortly afterwards with a short, self-created ceremony where I release that negativity into either ashes with a match or the large and powerful shredder that sits under my desk.

Either that, or I write it out in a computerized diary (times have advanced), under password protection, instead of those flimsy key-locks that take the snip of a pair of cutting pliers to break the words free to be read.

May no one ever figure out my password.

What I Think Happened To Mariam Makhniashvili

I’ve written several pieces about the Mariam Makhniashvili case and followed it all the way through from the day Mariam was announced to the public as “missing”.  Sadly, she has been found, but not the way that anyone who knew about Mariam’s disappearance had hoped it would end.

~Please note that these are simply my own personal opinions as well as visions and nothing more.  I am not involved in the case in any way nor, do I know anyone in this case personally.  I only know what I have read and heard in the news and from travelling along the routes that were hypothesized that Mariam may have taken to where her remains were found.  Nothing that I’m saying can or should be taken as gospel truth or fact in any way.  All points are simply my own hypothesis to date and not intended to be thought of as news.~

First of all, I’ve made it no secret that I have not bought into the suicide theory that media have portrayed it to be.  I do not believe that Mariam was that desperate or depressed that she would have taken her own life, that day or even in days later.

From all that I’ve read and sensed, Mariam seemed to have been happy to have been in Canada and with her parents.  At the least, I sense that she was happy in being reunited with her mother.  She had stated to her grandmother via a telephone call (according to a CTV W5 interview which aired on March 17, 2012) that she was “excited and happy to be in Canada”.

Her mother, Lela Tabidze, also commented in answer to the question of her daughter’s possible depression during this interview, that Mariam was happy.  She’d come home from the Dragon Boat Races in Toronto (the night before she went missing and had acted as a volunteer through a YMCA program for Newcomers to the country), “happy”.  Lela stated that she had walked both Mariam and George to the elevator the next morning and they waved goodbye to one another.

Other news sources have previously stated that Mariam had done her homework after coming home that evening.  She left that morning, taking nothing with her except her backpack which we now know contained her books and a home packed lunch.

Lela also stated that while Mariam was frustrated with her rate of learning English, she was determined to learn and would “analyze everything she read” until she got it.

None of this, quite paints the picture of someone who was going to take their own lives in my personal opinion but, then again, I’m not a doctor.

Even though psychologists and psychiatrists can and will state that depression and suicidal thoughts and actions can be hidden or impulsive acts, it does not make sense that a young woman, so new to the city, would have plotted to have left school to get to a place that she likely didn’t know and leap to her death while taking some one to one and a half hours to get to that point.  Minds change with the longer it takes to get to the point of ending one’s life in such a brutal and frightening way.

Having driven along that area several times, personally, it would take knowledge of the area thoroughly to know how to get onto the ramp where she allegedly leaped to her death especially, without being seen on such a busy highway.

Mariam had walked the short two block distance to Forest Hill Collegiate where she and her younger brother, George were newly enrolled.  Mariam was entered into grade 11.  George entered from the rear of the school while Mariam had parted ways, saying she was going to enter the front of the building because her first period class was closest to the front entrance.  And, so it was, according to news reports and photos.  Perhaps, being new to the school, finding her way around a place that she’d only been attending for four days prior to this day, it was quite possible that she felt more secure in entering closer to the classroom so as not to have to find her way around the hallways that she likely had not fully become accustomed to yet.  There doesn’t seem to be anything unusual or out of the way about thinking along those lines or in her having taken that route.  I’ve done something very similar myself as an adult…taken a more familiar route until I’m more comfortable with other ways.

According to news reports, tracker dogs were brought in to the area of Forest Hill Collegiate but, the highly trained dogs picked up nothing of any significance.  That, to me, may indicate that Mariam did not leave the school on foot.  It is more likely that she left in either a vehicle or via bus.

Police have stated that they could not see someone having been abducted in that area because someone would have seen or heard a scuffle in front of a very busy school at that time in the morning where everyone was entering the school for classes.  That point, to me, seems to indicate that Mariam must have either left the front of the school and taken the bus or, known the driver of a vehicle and gotten into it willingly.

Many news reports have stated that Mariam had no boyfriend and no friends here in Canada yet but, that always begs the question of whether Mariam had met someone that she hadn’t disclosed to either her parents or to her brother, George.  It is not unusual for a teen girl to hide the fact that she had met a male, from parents whom they believe may disapprove.  It may be that Mariam did not have a boyfriend but, perhaps, had met and talked to a male even as recently as being at the Dragon Boat Races the day before while volunteering.  It is possible that the male was also a volunteer.  She may have made mention of the fact, in polite and trusting conversation, of where she went to school (Forest Hill Collegiate) and this person had simply shown up, unexpectedly in front of the school that morning in a vehicle.

Alternatively, it is almost as likely that in the same scenario, Mariam may have decided to have met up with this person that morning and took the bus to the Yonge St. and Eglinton Ave area where her backpack was found.  Either way, I feel that Mariam did so willingly, not forced.

Her backpack was found orginally at 101 Roehampton Ave., mere steps from North Toronto Collegiate, another highschool in that specific area.  The backpack was untouched when first found and a resident in the building, moved it under a balcony so as not to allow the backpack to become victim to the weather.  He refused to open it as he believed it would be picked up by one of the teens who frequented the area or lived in the building itself.  It was later found and given to police behind 120 Eglinton Ave. E. which abutts/adjoins the 101 Roehampton building from the rear parking areas.  At that point, someone had rummaged through the backpack and left it behind.

This, to me, indicates that Mariam, herself, was directly in that area.  Had she simply shed the backpack, figuring she would not need it again, (lunch and all) she would have done so, somewhere along the route of either Eglinton Ave West or, along Yonge Street.  Even had she done just that, and someone had picked it up and carried it along Roehampton Ave., the man who found it at 101 Roehampton, found it closed and untouched.  No DNA was found on the bag, according to police.

Having travelled, personally, the routes that Mariam would have taken to get to 101 Roehampton, one can see that it was not simply a few steps in from busy Yonge St. nor, was access to that address easy from Eglinton Ave. E..  Mariam would have had to have known how to get behind that building from Eglinton Ave. E. to get to Roehampton from that address of 120 Eglinton Ave. East where the backpack was seized by police after having been called by someone else who had re-found it behind 120 Eglinton Ave. E..  Top that off with Mariam being so new to the city, and I find it is doubtful that Mariam knew that much about that area in order to get from Eglinton to Roehampton through the back of the buildings on her own.  This leads me to believe that either she was given directions to get to 101 Roehampton or, she was driven or shown the way by someone else.  Likely the person she may have met the day before.

From 101 Roehampton back to Yonge St. is too fair a distance east of Yonge St. and north of Eglinton Ave, for a “short detour” type of jaunt.  Therefore, it is likely not an accident that she went along that route and left her backpack there.  It is also not likely that she went that far in along Roehampton, then went back to Yonge and walked up Yonge to the 401 where her remains were found to leap off of that barrier.

When one couples that with the fact above and the idea that she had taken the bus there, she would have had to have paid another fare to have gotten onto the Yonge subway line which was a fair ways out of the path of the 101 Roehampton Ave address.  101 Roehampton is one full street north of Eglinton and at least a good block east of Yonge St., making it highly unlikely in my mind that she was heading directly to end her life from a busy highway overpass that was still at least another good hour’s walk from there nor, does it lend itself to the idea that she was intending on taking the subway all the way up.  None of it seems consistent with the idea that she was about to do what has been assumed to have happened in her taking her own life.

What follows are some “visions” that I’ve had concerning Mariam’s case.   Again, they are purely my visions and not to be taken as fact.

I sense that given all of the above, Mariam did not plan to end her life.  I sense that either she had been greeted by someone she’d met from the YMCA volunteer experience the day before, in a vehicle and been talked into leaving with him or, she voluntarily decided to meet him somewhere and took the bus to Yonge St and Eglinton Ave. where he met up with her there.

Beyond that, I have had visions of an apartment door with the numbers 5 and possibly a 2 within the apartment number on that door.

I have seen police in these visions having talked to the male during one of their canvases in the area after finding Mariam’s backpack there.

In my visions, this male appears to be in the age range of 19 to 23 years of age or so, (give or take a year or two), light to medium brown hair, approximately 5′ 7″ to 5′ 9″ tall with a build that seems to be within the 135 to 150 lb range.

It appeared as though he was still half asleep when he answered the door, rubbing his hair which stood up from not being combed.  It appears to be a thick head of hair that he has and possibly rather freshly cut.  In an accent, he mumbles, “I don’t know nothing about this girl” and tries to shut the door rather quickly on police as they show him the photo of Mariam.  This leads me to feel/sense that perhaps, this young man may have been part of the same volunteer group that Mariam and George had been part of for the Dragon Boat Races and may have spoken Mariam’s language or at least, more English than she spoke…enough for her to understand him.

I also have had glimpses of an older model, dark van pulled over to the side of the overpass area where Mariam’s remains were found as though Mariam may have leaped from the vehicle and gone to the side.

I have heard the name “Nick, Nicholas or Nicholai” being said.

I sense that it was not a “murder” but rather an accident that Mariam ended up going over the side of that overpass.  Perhaps, a struggle to get her back into the vehicle where he’d pulled and she’d pulled back with force?  I’m not certain at this moment.  However, I don’t feel that it was intentional that she went over the side on either of their wishes.  That may also explain why police say that they can find no sign of “foul play”.  I am not certain.

While I’m not sure if Police have already done so, I do hope that they have or will cross-reference anyone also volunteering for the Dragon Boat Races on Sunday September 13, 2009 to anyone living in the Roehampton Ave area or who may have been attending one of the two highschools in that area.  I fully believe and sense that the answers are right there, where her backpack was found.

I do not believe that Mariam took her own life and I hope that the truth will be found for Mariam’s family’s sake.  It’s a hard road for a parent to go on believing that your child has taken their lives and that you didn’t notice or do anything to prevent it from happening.

Please feel free to comment with your own thoughts and perspectives.  I’d welcome your opinions and thoughts.

Mariam Makhniasvili’s Funeral Approaches But Still No Answers

As the public funeral for former missing Mariam Makhniashvili approaches, Mariam’s mother, Lela Tabidze, granted her first interview with media since receiving news of her only daughter’s remains having been found, to CTV’s W5 which aired Saturday evening at 7:00 p.m. EDT.

During this interview, the grieving mother, a former broadcast journalist in her homeland of Georgia, has proven herself to be an extremely intelligent and well spoken woman.  She has also shown the world that she is gracious, gentle and kind at heart.  Beyond that, she is showing us all that she is one strong person for all that she has endured since having entered Canada, but, also the U.S. and even within her homeland.  There have been a lot of heartbreak, stress and changes which makes it almost unfathomable that one person could have taken so much and still be functioning.

It was plain to see that Life has taken its toll upon this woman but, in spite of her own, personal pain, she is being thoughtful and brave.  Her show of strength is one to be applauded.  With honesty and caring, she answered the interviewer’s questions, crying only once on camera.

Life for Lela and her family has been anything but an easy one.  Choosing to find a better future for their children and having lived within a poverty-stricken, war-torn country in Georgia, Lela and her husband Vakhtang, left their homeland in 2003 to go in hopes of being granted immigration ability to the U.S..

Vakhtang, a former professor of philosophy in Georgia, had received placement as a scholar in California.  Lela accompanied her husband, leaving her children behind in the care of Vakhtang’s mother and Lela’s sister, hoping for it to be a far shorter separation than the five years it turned out to be.  They spoke every day by phone, the grandmother and aunt reported while also being interviewed in Georgia, Mariam’s former homeland.

“She was excited to come,” Mariam’s grandmother told the media through interpreters.  “She told me, ‘Grandma, I’m so happy here'” in a call to her grandmother back home in Georgia, once here.

Lela admitted that Mariam was somewhat disgruntled and frustrated with her rate of learning English but, persisted and would “analyse everything she read”.  Lela also went on to explain that Mariam had come home happy the night before she went missing, having spent the day, volunteering at Toronto’s Dragon Boat Races.  She had waved to her mother as she’d gotten onto the elevator the next morning with her younger brother, George, to go to school, backpack complete with new books, binders, pens and a home packed lunch.  It was certainly not what one would see as the picture of a young woman who was so depressed that she had plotted to end her life.

When asked about the suspicions about the possibility of family involvement in Mariam’s death, Lela calmly but assuredly set the record straight.  The entire family had been given lie detector tests and many interviews by police before being cleared as suspects.  She went on to explain that she had never seen Vakhtang ever violent in any way prior to Mariam’s disappearance and, stated that he was and has been under great stress.  It was that stress that doctors had deduced had been the cause in triggering the violence associated with the delusional disorder he now suffers from.  While she said that she knew his actions were not right, she spoke honestly in saying that she did feel that he was able to be helped and wasn’t giving up on her husband, still hoping that things could improve for him and with him.

She spoke matter of factly and without blame or excuses in talking about the couple that her husband had stabbed which landed him in Millhaven prison for six years.  David and Deloris Langer were not exactly the helpless good samaritans that they have been portrayed to be.  What the general public may not be aware of is the fact that the Langers had been conversing with Vakhtang via internet prior to them posting his bail for the stabbing attack on Sean Ure, the neighbour across the hall from Makhniashvili.  They had not used the name their real names and posed as private investigators, with Deloris using the nick name of Trixie Dixie.  It was only after the stabbing and trial that Lela learned that the Langers had not been strangers at all.  They had known Vakhtang through their conversations over the net by using aliases but, Vakhtang had not known who they were when they posted bail under their real names.

What was most striking about the information that was also provided in this interview segment were the facts.

Tracking dogs had been brought to the scene of Forest Hill Collegiate when Mariam had been declared missing.  They picked up no trail, no scent.  In my personal estimation, this may be indicative that Mariam did not leave the school area on foot.

Secondly, it appeared that while police had originally thought of the finding of Mariam’s backpack as a break in the case, they quickly dismissed it as being of any use since there was no DNA found on it.  That, to me, may have been a point which could have been either stated or, looked upon differently in my opinion.  The fact that the backpack had been found, intact, where it was, may have significant meaning to this case.  As I have stated in an earlier post, https://mylittlecorneroflife.wordpress.com/2012/03/16/police-re-visit-area-where-mariam-makniashvilis-remains-found/  the area where her backpack was found, was out of the way of the alleged path Mariam may likely have taken to get to the 401 overpass where her body was found.  There may be a clue right there as to where Mariam actually was that could have potentially led to something further and still might, if looked upon with the correct perspective.  There was reason for her backpack being there and being off route to the 401 overpass. Unfortunately, at this time, this point seems to be being dismissed, at least, to the public.

Meanwhile, she is about to lay her only daughter to rest while still trying to be strong for her remaining child, Georgi, her son and await to see what the future holds for her with her husband’s mental illness.  She will have to shoulder the burdens that have come to her and her family, alone for yet another couple of years at the least and, may have to go it alone for some time more to come.

Facebook has shown her to be an advocate now for others who are facing their children missing as well as helping to implement new laws for the protection of those families who face the same situation she has so bravely had to experience within her own life.

Tabidze has graciously permitted  the doors to be opened to the public for her daughter’s funeral so that the public may be allowed to say their goodbyes and give the family their condolences.

Visitation will be held this coming Friday, March 23, 2012 at Murray Newbigging Funeral Home, 773 Mt. Pleasant Drive, Toronto, from 2:00 p.m. until 4:00 p.m. and from 7:oo p.m. until 9:00 p.m..  The funeral service will be held in the chapel at the funeral home 1:00 p.m. Saturday March 24, 2012.  Only 100 people can be accommodated within the chapel, we are told.

In the meantime, police are allegedly continuing to seek answers.  They know the start and the ending but, they do not know the whys or the hows behind it.  It is those questions that we all seek answers to.  Having those questions answered cannot save Mariam but, no matter what the real answers are, they may help to prevent future tragedies such as Mariam’s case and hopefully, save other family and parents from the hell that Lela Tabidze, Vakhtang and son, Georgi Makhniashvili have lived in for the past two and a half years.

One more question needs to be answered as well.  Can we, as a Society, afford to let those questions go un-answered?

Some would say that it’s costing taxpayer’s dollars to answer them and would serve no good since Mariam is no longer with us to be helped.  Others, would agree that these answers may help prevent another teen from the same type of fate, whether it be suicide or foul play.

I am with the latter group.