Loss Of My Mom
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My eyes drink in the last sentence as I close Motherless Daughters by Hope Edelman. I click the nightlight off to make the room dark so my darling husband can keep sleeping. I stare at the ceiling that is illuminated by the clock radio at the foot of the bed. My heart is racing with…
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‘Happy Mother’s Day, Mommy.” I hand over my homemade to my mom at the restaurant. She opens it and sees my self-made coupon for her to cash in when she needs dishes washed. Her eyes scan the card like it was the first card she had ever read. I patiently wait to see if she…
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There it is, the season of PR and Marketing people flooding inboxes for May. What about the customers who don’t have a mom to buy for this Mother’s Day?
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When I saw the call-out for parent bloggers to review Nia Vardalos’s book, Instant Mom, I jumped at the chance. Sure, I am a fan of her writing her way to Hollywood. And yes, I love that she is a Canadian girl. The real reason I wanted to read her book on finding her daughter…
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When I think they believe that I am asleep, I get out of my bed carefully. I tip toe to my door and open it a crack. I sit by the floor ready to jump into bed if I hear them come down the hall. I can hear my mom and dad watching tv…
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I am sitting still on the phone listening to my friend complain about going from her mother-in-law’s house to her own mother’s for Christmas dinner. I inwardly shake my head. I love my friend, and at the same time I want to yell at her on how lucky she and her kids are to have…
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For years I fought with the overwhelming rollercoaster of depression, anxiety and mixed emotions. I give out as much as I can for my family and friends. I know I could always do more. I do not ask for much in return. Feelings of “I am not worth it” invade me when the dark times…
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For as long as I could remember I always had at least one book on the go. Family stories explain that I began to read at the age of two years old. I would read my younger sister story books off of memory. When I began to get an allowance I would beg my parents…
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; My heart has stopped, and then starts again full throttle. The music is filling the room with memories and dreams of the future. The words mix with the music notes from the guitar flooding my eyes with tears. The happy kind. I am in the middle of my living room that is brimming with…
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I was going to write a long list on what I am thankful for this Thanksgiving. Instead I will show you in pictures. This weekend has been so kind to me. Hug your loved ones or call them if they are far. Xoxo
Danielle Christopher 