“I wonder if my children will ever really know me?” My friend, mother of four, grandmother of many, asked me…
Browsing: prose
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…
This story does not have an ending, I am unfolding as a mother, as a writer, as a friend, as…
I’ve been birthing a collection of poems about raising a gay daughter since she came out at fifteen. That was…
My mother and grandmother are on their way to visit. My house is not ready and neither am I. After…
When was your last colonoscopy? the tidy, compact gynecologist inquired, a man so devoid of sexual aura that he can…
Hope springs eternal –Alexander Pope The question of hope. Who carries the hope in the family? My old friend…
It takes months for me to find a good therapist. When I finally do she tells me my family is…