Motherless Mama
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The bright morning light awakens a new day. I am standing in the kitchen, heavy hearted, facing the calendar. With a long deep cleansing breath, I flip the calendar from April to May. The date stares out at me as if it had a spotlight on it. 26 years ago I celebrated my last Mother’s…
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Mother’s Day is approaching quickly. For years after my mom died, I hated the day. I would volunteer to take the Sunday shifts so those moms on staff could all have the day off. I felt that by keeping busy at work it would make the day go fast, so I could numb the pain…
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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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Biting my lip, I say good-bye to my precocious 6 year-old daughter. I remind her to mind her manners, stay safe and have fun on the field trip. Her face is crumpled in a frown. She asks again if I can come for the day trip, two towns away. I remind her that I do…
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To write daily Is to breathe emotions, To feed a void, a hunger. Pen over calories To write at all Is the prevent pent-up anger, Frustrations, mis-placed arguments Find a health vice To write is to keep sane In a world where I feel Displaced, not the driver Nowehere to go My pen helps me…
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The blood is racing through my body to the point I think it is going to burst my veins. My hands grip the shopping cart handle as I whisk us away from the older man. I feel light, euphoric even. Surreal does not even begin to describe it. For once, I said the right thing…
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I Am So The Boss Of You An 8-Step Guide to Giving Your Family the “Business” By Kathy Buckworth Helicopter Parenting? Ferber Kids? Free-Range Parenting? Tiger Mom? Are you tired of all the parenting options and just want to be the boss? When you want to learn how to play tennis you go to a…
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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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I lay my hands on my kitchen table and stretch them out in effort to calm the shaking. I stare at my arsenal: a water with a straw, three pens, a pad of writing paper, Index cards with my questions written in Sharpie marker, my recorder aimed at my phone and spare questions written…
