For My Mother on Mother’s Day: A Poem Made of Wounds

This started out as a response to a writing prompt, but somewhere along the line, it morphed into something of a cathartic exercise.

Today is Mother’s Day in the U.S., and while I wish most of the mothers in the country a happy day filled with love and family, I can’t help but think about my own mother, her recent illness, and my traumatic childhood. Continue reading “For My Mother on Mother’s Day: A Poem Made of Wounds”