Recently, my mother and I attended a Stevie Nicks concert. With glasses of Chardonnay and Pinot Grigio in hand and a clear plastic bag filled with 24 Karat Gold Tour merchandise, we entered the venue side-by-side only to leave hand-in-hand, transformed from the night.   It was amazing in a way that I could never fully describe in how the essence of the triple goddess: Maid, Mother and Crone, could be squished into one mystical event. Shimmying and shaking, tears and triumphant declarations, white winged doves and landslide queens; I was with both my mama and my mystical mama.   “Oh, mirror in the sky What is love? Can the child within my heart rise above? Can I sail through the changin’ ocean tides?…