Happiness. It's relative.
I love the mothers who failed but didn’t run away, maybe they drove to the end of the drivewayand then put the car in park. The mothers who had one too manywho forgot tomorrow is Easterand there are no chocolate bunniesbut there are eggs… Continue Reading “My Mamas”
Do women fall in love with their sons? Oh yes. Unconsciously following the moves of the world’s most ancient playbook, boy moms try to hide it but they can’t. They love their boys, not more than their girls, but in a way that is… Continue Reading “Boy Mom”
Mothers of sons, hear me out. All mothers of sons, please listen. I want to say what I have to say to all of you – the mothers of sons pulling straight A’s in college, the mothers of sons who are struggling, the mothers… Continue Reading “Mothers of Sons, Hear Me Out”
It’s not that Cheryl Strayed hiked 1,100 miles, a trip chronicled in her book, Wild: Lost and Found on the Pacific Crest Trail. It’s that she did it alone. She chose to be alone. No cell phone. No hiking partner. No thin string connecting… Continue Reading “Do I Want to Be Cheryl Strayed or Her Mother?”
At first, when I heard about what Jerry Sandusky was alleged to have done to young boys, I couldn’t stop thinking about the boys. How scared and worried they had to have been. How hurt and ashamed. And, this is really what bothered me… Continue Reading “It’s Crazy-Making: Jerry Sandusky’s Awful Legacy”
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