Can mothers of small children really achieve a state of peace and loving-kindness in the midst of diapers, colic, and smeared fingerprints?
She may not have been who I needed her to be, but she was all she could be. Happy Mother's Day.
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 … Continue reading For My Mother on Mother’s Day: A Poem Made of Wounds