Motherless Mama
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I am criss- crossed applesauce on our floor with about a hundred toys scattered all throughout five feet from me. My two-year-old is running around our living room/playroom giggling away. I am speaking with her Infant Development Group consultant ( a part of the Child Development Centers) discussing ways to help my youngest daughter speak.…
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Dear Daughters, the sequel, It has been 8 months since I penned a letter to you, so much has changed since early January. You both have grown into beautiful young girls with each in your own way. My darling oldest daughter, in a few mere days you will hold my hand to take you to…
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I am thrilled to announce that I have an essay in the collection called: Wisdom Has a Voice: Every Daughters Memory of Mother. It is out now and on Kindle. As you may have read my previous articles, being motherless has been my cathartic vice to write. This compelling collection of twenty-five memoirs, about mothers…
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‘Mommy, more, please.” My tenacious four-year-old asks. I fill up the bucket one more time to fill the water table. The squeals of my girls pierce the backyard. Their toys are scattered over the lawn. Summer heat is forgotten when the sprinkler and water table are the front and centre attraction. I stretch out in…
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The time on my iphone blares 9:00pm. I am huddled in the dark on my daughters’ floor after putting them to bed. With daddy out of town the need to be near me grew strong for them. I am rarely a mom to say no. It has been 48 hours since he left for a…
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Ever since being a figure skater when I was a child, I have suffered the painful embarrassment of having cold sores. As an adult, they strike in a glaring spotlight on the same bottom right-side of my lip just like in my childhood. In my pre-children life, I was a background performer (extra) and day…
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It’s a typical day at my grandparents; we just had dinner and are sitting down to watch “The Facts of Life”, when there is a knock at the door. Hearing my dad’s voice puzzles me, but doesn’t worry me. We just saw mom earlier in the day. She couldn’t talk, but I still told her…
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As a mom of two young girls, it is challenging to say the least to have an adult discussion. To get to an argumentative state is all too easy. I worry about not saying cross words in front of them. When my husband and I finally meet after a long workday for me (at home)…
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How we eat out with our kids. After the passionate discussion this month, I was asked by readers how we manage to eat out with our young kids. We do go to Starbucks and eat out twice a month. It is a meal-off for me and creates a memory for our kids. Often managers or…
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My tears are flowing without censoring. I just read about the horror in Oslo, Norway. The death toll kept rising. I can’t fathom nor comprehend the tragedies. I was compelled to read about it online and should not have. I hold my laptop and know I should close it. My girls are near. I can’t…
Danielle Christopher 