My Son’s Well-Worn Lovey Is Proof Of How Motherhood Changes Us
When my son was three months old, my aunt and uncle sent him a generously-stuffed cow from Texas that was…
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When my son was three months old, my aunt and uncle sent him a generously-stuffed cow from Texas that was…
Continue ReadingFor those of us who no longer have our moms physically here with us, I think the one thing we…
Continue ReadingYou were born at 5:37 p.m., and I held you from my bed in the labor and delivery room for…
Continue ReadingYou, my son, are precious. Yellow rain boots and mismatched clothes, you dig holes in the yard and try to…
Continue ReadingIt has been almost 15 years since I have seen my mother. I miss her soft hands. I miss her…
Continue ReadingIt was a Monday morning, and I was late again. Not because I wanted to be late. Not because I…
Continue ReadingMy sweet little boy, I can hardly believe you will be four soon. You are my firstborn, the reason why…
Continue ReadingTo appreciate the light, you must walk through the darkness. To be whole, you must first be broken. That’s what…
Continue ReadingI was fixing dinner in the kitchen when the ever-present baby monitor on the counter crackled to life. “Daddy, you…
Continue ReadingI was lucky enough to share my first almost-three years of motherhood with my mom, sort of. She had been…
Continue ReadingA realization: left in the dark. A deep shadow cast across who she once was. Cut in half, her heart in…
Continue ReadingMy mother left her mark on everything she touched before she died. She’s been gone for almost a decade. Early-onset…
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