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Perhaps

Perhaps she would drop a few ice cubes into her glass of wine, staying for a bit after picking up her grandson, my son, from basketball...

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Blind Ambition

If Tina wasn’t so damn hard, I probably wouldn’t be doing this, but even a dog gets tired of being kicked after a while. In a year and...

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Right Here

The April Mom died, I resisted going East, believing that if I didn’t go, she wouldn’t die. I did not want her spry, wise, funny light...

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Every Woman

I like to read books and watch the sunset pull dirt out of sentences.

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LOSGELASSENHEIT*

Think of anatomy as a refuge, palpable, certain. Finding a precise alignment to convey a path to the heart. Consider the curve of the...

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What the Therapist Said

i unloaded the dishwasher that morning and then i went to therapy and unloaded on this new doctor and she said, perhaps, maybe, possibly my...

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The Hunger

My mother she ate me, my mother she left me. She gave me complexes and stresses, ribbons and dresses. Some of my favorite things. I’ve...

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My Mother’s Death

My mother’s death was a shock at first. And then it was a relief. She was diagnosed with bone cancer on March 9, 2012. She died in the...

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Hey, Mom Next Door – I See You

I admit I didn’t really like you when we first met. We had only been in the house a month when you came over with your 12-year-old son,...

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Love in the Time of Dementia

My mom desires a closeness with me now that she never did when I was young. I’d long suspected my mother didn’t embrace parenting in...

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I Am Your Mother

I’m your mother, but no I’m not listening. You’re talking in the backseat of the car. I hear you, barely. I’m your...

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Of Waves of Reminiscence

I swear I heard the sun burn something alive under the ocean. I heard a scream just as I lit the matches to a wooden coffin with no body...

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What We Hold Inside

(for the Goddess & Kay) The scent of cinnamon, brown sugar, & sweet butter slide up my nostrils like an entire childhood. It is the...

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After Death of Birth

I found my death when I gave a life, but life played a trick on me. She brought back my ghost to live in a body that talks and thinks, of...

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By Any Means Necessary

My mother’s hair was high in the sixties, beehive style. A social climber, she secured invitations to every ritzy...

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The Weight of Being a Woman

As I sit here six months pregnant, I ponder about my life and what my existence has become. So many women have told me how beautiful the...

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LAMENT

                                                                   In memory of Renata Horowitz My...

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Safe Words

Baby, where you going? Baby, you don’t know a thing. You don’t know the ways of the world, Stop saying such words Stop saying...

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My Non-Television Mother and Me: The Interview

Read Part 1 here.  Part 2 of a 3 part series In an attempt to understand my mother a little better, I asked her a couple of questions that...

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Sometimes, A Man Still Needs His Mom

“…a man shall leave his father and mother and hold fast to his wife, and the two shall become one flesh.” – Ephesians 5:31...

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I Promise

How do I tell you that you are beautiful? How do I tell you that it’s not your fault? That when I left your house I was plenty strong...

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25 Things About My Mother

“But behind all your stories is always your mother’s story, because hers is where yours begins.” ―Mitch Albom, For One More Day...

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Eleven

Standing here in the doorway. I hold my daughter close. She is incandescent; I move to catch her, to absorb her before she is gone. Her...

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Suburban Rant

Every day as a parent, I feel as if I’ve failed. It never gets easier, does it? Today when I dropped my daughter off at her new school, I...

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My Grandmother’s Love: The Legacy of Alexandria Frahm

It’s been a year, and yet it feels like just yesterday. A year ago this week, my grandmother, my idol, my mentor, my best friend,...

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Always Sorry

Screaming so loud my voice breaks, only the fragile hear me, and they’ll be the next to break. Mommy’s sick and sorry and so sick of...

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