On this Mother’s Day, I find myself thinking about my mother and what her passing meant to me. She’s been gone for eighteen years now.
She was one of the girls from the model school in the university town. There were fewer than twenty of them, moving lockstep through twelve
After she first ran from the situation with her husband, she was afraid of the dark. She hadn’t ever been afraid of the dark before
She had started to revolt against his jealousy years before. He was so jealous that she swore he was jealous of inanimate objects. She went
She found herself in a contemplative mood today. Not just about her marriage. About the state of being married as well. She doesn’t feel like
Sitting in her home, wondering if she could find the inspiration to write again, she pondered whether or not she would ever recover from the