I appreciate my mom more since she’s been gone than when she was alive. And I miss her every day.
What do Harry Potter, Little Women, and Lady Bird have in common? They all have interesting representations of Mom. The nurturing, baking cookies,always there with a hug kind of mom.
Chewing has become exhausting. I wish I had understood that decades ago when I made soup for my father.
I’ve been working for the United States Census Bureau this summer, interviewing home occupants for the American Housing Survey. Occasionally, I get a person who is rude and shuts the door on me. One guy threatened to call the police, which actually is funny… Continue Reading “The Children are Watching”
My own story of belonging is both different from and similar to Brené’ Brown’s. Since I didn’t fit in, I used my oddness to my advantage. That worked as a kid but hurt me as an adult.
There are a whole lot of moms who do not love their children as we expect mothers to and who do not provide the things a child needs to grow up feeling at home in the world.
Things have changed a lot in recent years. The traditional roles of mother and father aren’t what they were when many of us were growing up – and certainly not what they were in the time of our grandparents and those before them. Today,… Continue Reading “The Special Role of Fathers”
Too often we create home based on what we’ve known and what’s familiar. But that’s not always what’s best. True comfort often requires us to move beyond the past.
I can write and talk about Mom at length on any other day, but on this day, I don’t know what to say. So I give you the words of Terry Tempest Williams.
The old women we know as grandmothers, great aunts, and elderly neighbors were once young. And they have stories to tell, if we will listen.