My Mother’s Hands Still Hold My Heart
“My hands are getting so old,” my mother said. “They’re ugly.” We were sitting together having a glass of wine,…
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“My hands are getting so old,” my mother said. “They’re ugly.” We were sitting together having a glass of wine,…
Continue ReadingDear Mom, Thinking back on my life as a child, young adult, and now a middle-aged mother myself, I am…
Continue Reading“Hi, Mom, anybody home?” I knocked on the door and walked in at the same time. “You didn’t tell me…
Continue ReadingShe's always been there. To feel my kicks as I grew in her womb. Taking up space and residence in…
Continue ReadingI’ve read countless articles on mothering without a mother. Each one is heartbreaking. Each one tears me to my core; and…
Continue ReadingOnce during a rare solo shopping trip to TJ Maxx, I came across a small sign that read, "Home is…
Continue ReadingDear Mom, Becoming a mother has brought me back to you in a way I didn’t know was possible. After…
Continue ReadingI was one of those kids growing up who brought lunch to school every single day. From the first day…
Continue ReadingI used to wonder why my mom loved high-waisted jeans. I used to wonder why she took so much time…
Continue ReadingDear Mom, There is so much I didn’t understand back then, but now I do. I never understood why sometimes…
Continue ReadingDear Mom, Today I came home from the hospital with my brand-new baby boy. As my weak postpartum body hobbled…
Continue ReadingShe’s gone. You ache for her, but you will no longer be blessed by her presence. She’s dead, and a…
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