memories – Page 3 – FEMININE COLLECTIVE

Pies On The Sidewalk: A Gift Of Confidence From A Mother to Her Daughters

July 3, 2017October 13, 2018 Dianne Blomberg, Ph.D.

My mom never knew she had actually prepared me the best way possible. She died thinking she had failed as a parent who should have protected her daughter. Because of her, I guarded myself and my daughters from a future of abuse, failure, and lost dreams. As a single mom, I didn’t have much to give my girls, but I gave them the confidence to become strong, determined women who have the courage to leave pies on the sidewalk when that’s the only option.

He Was A Man Of Few Words

June 16, 2017May 26, 2023 Dori Owen

I was in Target today and purposely ignored the huge display of Father’s Day cards. These days they seem to appear right after Mother’s Day with no break in between. I scurry past with my head down. Father’s Day cards are lava. If I don’t see them, I cannot step Read more

Press Start

June 12, 2017October 11, 2018 James Wolf

I don’t remember fighting over first player. I remember needing more controllers, quicker reflexes, a softer excitement /thicker walls (whichever lets mom sleep). You remember most of the combos, cheat codes, and having to hide in the bathroom (the only door with a lock). I try to be a good Read more

For Better of Worse

May 23, 2017October 11, 2018 Jennifer Wheelock

It was a Sunday when the new recliner flew off the Ford, Daddy having failed to latch the tailgate before he roared onto the southbound, following a semi and an argument with Mother on the finer points of the Sabbath. Sunday is a day for rest, not a day for Read more

Of Waves of Reminiscence

May 5, 2017September 18, 2018 Paakhi Bhatnagar

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 inside to keep it warm. My sister’s hair was always braided, and when those brown strands came undone, so did my Read more

Floating the Day Away

April 28, 2017September 16, 2018 Jacqueline Cioffa

Tell me something good You look so pretty with your long, blond mane tied back in a ponytail So stop racing around the track Tell me something new Your eyes sparkle when I see your linen dress swaying by the bar Dancing alone barefoot and keeping time with beat As Read more

Come, fall upon me

April 25, 2017September 18, 2018 F.K. Jadoon

Come, fall upon me like rain from tumultuous clouds and wash the filth and grime of all the years passed… where I was hunted and haunted by nasty demons from the deepest depths of hell. Coming in contact with them has marred not only my body but the soul within… Read more

What We Hold Inside

April 20, 2017September 12, 2018 Kim Sisto Robinson

(for the Goddess & Kay) The scent of cinnamon, brown sugar, & sweet butter slide up my nostrils like an entire childhood. It is the closest thing to heaven I can think of. I disappear into high school days, God searching days, free verse days. I disappear on my old Read more