“Your Mom Has A Rockin’ Bod”. That’s what the handsome surfer looking dude told my eleven- and seven- year old…
Browsing: prose
Tilda Swinton made small talk as we strolled through quiet, cobbled streets to the door of her garden apartment. We…
Amongst the things I did not realize about having four children was the fact that there’d be so much stuff…
When you see the word “choice,” you might first think about the emphasis of the “pro-choice” proponents on free will,…
Two years after my mother was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, my brother and I moved her from her house in River…
In Bali, where I live in a big bamboo and grass house, “Ibu” means mother… I am a mom, to…
“I wonder if my children will ever really know me?” My friend, mother of four, grandmother of many, asked me…
Today when I visit my mother at the dementia center, one of the residents convinces several of her companions there…
There are Mothers of Invention, Motherlodes, Holy Mothers, Mother #%*!-ers & Mother tongues. We give birth to a child, a…
My fifth grader thinks she’s slick when we are getting ready for school, that if her lip gloss is subtly…