A Mother’s Work

This Mother’s Day, we went home to see my father. There were many pictures and belongings of my late mother still in the house. Her clothes still hung on hangers, her shoes in boxes, and her beloved knick-knacks sitting on shelves, in plain sight but collecting dust. In the weeks shortly after her death, I… Read More A Mother’s Work

A Mother’s Hope

A year ago, I attended the Women’s March in Washington, DC with my sisters and daughter. I’ve participated in demonstrations in my younger years, but this one felt drastically different. Apart from being in complete awe at the sheer mass of people participating, there was a moment that stuck in my mind.  We were crossing… Read More A Mother’s Hope