How Can Love Find a Way?
A few years ago I wrote a piece called “Where Does Hatred Come From?” In it I discuss my mother’s murder and what (I think) compelled my brother to do…
A few years ago I wrote a piece called “Where Does Hatred Come From?” In it I discuss my mother’s murder and what (I think) compelled my brother to do…
I had the pleasure of being a part of the Expressing Motherhood cast for a third time this past month. Originally, I wasn’t going to share my piece online because…
It was undeniable that my mom had a favorite story from my childhood. She called it, ‘THE POOP TRAIL.’ Of course, she had a few other anecdotes dear to her heart, but as I lost Mom when I was twenty-two, the only tale that left a lasting impression on me was the shocker. Now, as a thirty-something year old mother, I’d love to learn about her pregnancies, birth stories, the challenges of being a single mother, and so much more. But I couldn’t have known I would miss out on the chance. So, Mom’s legacy remains to be: THE POOP TRAIL.
“You’re way too into being a mom,” my childless girlfriend said. “No, I’m not! I really don’t like it sometimes,” I rebuked. But as soon as the comment fell out…
Thirty-seven years ago my mom gave birth to a healthy baby boy. Three years ago, I gave birth to my own son. Every cell in my body wants to have a sit down with her, to trade birth and/or parenting stories. But, as my brother stole her life eleven years ago, I haven’t been able to. I never will.
Mama’s made her 1st Cheesecake (hey, we’ve gotta have our own milestones, too, right?)! I won’t bore you with a lot of jibber jabber about how this recipe is a…
“Do you like it?” I ask, spinning in a full circle to give her a good look. “It’s beautiful… I wish I could wear something like that,” she replies. “But…