Category Archives: motherhood

Memories

I love you more than words running across the road moments I could not have stopped even if I knew how to I love you more than what I, my, me, mine combined to make a whole world of all … Continue reading

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Sophomore Year Begins

sweet air heavy with bees’ farewells moths dropping on the kitchen floor wings crumbled under the curious paws of the cat children who are no longer children filling their suitcases with clothes and linens books in bookbags, trunk full of … Continue reading

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of leaving

I am not supposed to mourn the loss of you.  There is no place in this culture where a parent is allowed to hold grief for a child’s leaving home: not this burning sorrow marring the skin. They say grow a … Continue reading

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parenting aftermath

They leave and I stop baking  cupcakes cookies shortbread brownies muffins pancakes pies after pies: apple pumpkin blueberry summer tarts sweet breads with whipped butter. The trays stay clean crumb-less kitchen table hums a sorrow song  through its grains of … Continue reading

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Friday Flight

  The gusty winds above San Francisco airport were perhaps a bit too eager to embrace the plane.  We were tossed around  like little pennies inside a washer on a spin cycle set at highest level. The pilot had warned … Continue reading

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Happy Mother’s Day, Ah May.

First memory: A large bedroom. Four beds in a row next to each other. You told stories at night. You always had the sweetest voice. We lied on the bed underneath the mosquito nets listening about the little princesses. There … Continue reading

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Motherhood

  It’s Mother’s Day here in the U.S, and I am wishing myself, “Happy Mother’s Day.” That is probably because no one in the house said anything to me about being a mother, or how wonderful and essential I am … Continue reading

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