By Rhonda Chiger When I Look In the Mirror, I See My Mother
Recently, whenever I look in the mirror, I see a strong resemblance to my mother. People always said I looked…
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By Kathy Wetsell The Legacy Our Mothers Leave Is In the Details
It has been two months and nine days since my mom passed away. The first several weeks were spent on…
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By Lisa Leshaw When Did We Change, Mama?
When did we change, Mama? Was it a moment? Or a gradual shift? When did I stop coming to you…
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By Megan Kewaza I Still Need My Mom
I used to think there would come a day when I would not need my mother so much. Not because…
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By Rachel Beachy I Love being Able to Call My Mom
Sometimes I miss college, but not for the reasons I thought I would. I miss going to class—but while I…
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By Michelle Moreno-Apolo 10 Years after My Mother’s Death, Her Faith Still Guides Me
Growing up, I was a reluctant Catholic. My mother would drag us to church, and I'd go through the motions—fingers…
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Mom Was the Magic of Christmas
As I've gotten older, I've come to realize my mom was the true magic of Christmas. Throughout my childhood, she…
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By Aimee C. Trafton She May be In Heaven, but I Still Have Coffee with My Mom
I do not understand how people can get through life without coffee. For me, it is fuel, it gives me…
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By Stephanie Lee My Mom Disappeared, and It’s the Not Knowing that Haunts Me
I was a teenager when my mom disappeared. One day she was there—and then she wasn’t. No warning. No goodbye.…
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By Marissa Bader I’ll Never Stop Looking for Signs from My Parents
Do you believe in signs? I do. I find them everywhere. In the tree my siblings planted at our cabin…
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By Pallavi Srivastava My Mother Is Strength and Grace
Forty-nine years. Almost half a century. For many, that’s a lifetime. That’s how long they were married. Losing my dad…
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By Amy Martin All I Wanted Was Her Four-Leaf Clover
I walked past the antique chair into the sunken living room of the beautifully decorated home. I passed the extensive…
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