Tag: Mothers

  • I Wish You Music

    I Wish You Music

    There is a line in my novel MOTHER OF RAIN about how a girl never forgets the day her momma dies. I actually wrote that line years before my own mother died. Today is the anniversary of Mama's death. Anniversaries of such deaths are often[..]
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  • The Gift of Time

    The Gift of Time

    Opening the dusty jewelry box, I pulled out the gold timepiece given to me on that long-ago Saturday in 1974, the day I graduated from Columbus High. The watch isn't as brilliant as it was that day. It's face-covering has clouded over - or it[..]
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  • Remembering Karly

    Remembering Karly

      I think of her almost daily.  Certainly every time I read a story about another child abuse death. There have been so many since Karly Sheehan was beaten to death in June, 2005. I can't help but hope that her murder would have stirred[..]
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  • Misplaced Sense of Shame

    Misplaced Sense of Shame

      Alienation. To be estranged, hostile or indifferent, especially where attachment formerly existed. We most typically think of alienation as the thing that occurs when couples separate or divorce. Alienation always precedes such break-ups. Bookstores have a wide swath of self-help books for those dealing[..]
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  • What Remains

    What Remains

      It barely made headlines, what with all the political corruption underway between the Executive and Legislative branches. But it did warrant at least space in some newspapers as we closed out 2020 and welcomed 2021:   The remains of a girl between ages 6½[..]
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  • If Wishes Were Horses…

    If Wishes Were Horses…

    There are times when grief feels selfish. Today for instance, on the seventh anniversary of my mother's passing. It feels like an act of selfishness to even admit that I associate the holidays with her death, and that such an association leaves me feeling conflicted.[..]
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  • A Fortunate Girl

    A Fortunate Girl

    The roads are slick with snow and ice. The sky is grey and foreboding. Holed up here in my office, thinking of Karly Sheehan. Today is her birthday. Or the day that marks what is her 15th birthday, although Karly died at age 3. Tortured,[..]
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  • The Children Who Heal Us

    The Children Who Heal Us

    Last night I started randomly receiving a series of text messages from daughter Ashley. At first, I thought she was sending me silly things my grandsons say. Just recently she sent me a note saying that Sullivan had asked if she could go get his[..]
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  • The Other Mother

    The Other Mother

      I don't write about her much. My own family has always been fair game. When you grow a writer in the family there are no more family secrets. Everything and everyone is a story-in-the-making. But my in-laws didn't raise a writer. So they didn't[..]
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  • If God had a mama

    If God had a mama

    God is an orphan. As far as any of us know, he had no father, no mother. He had to learn to scrap by on his own from the earliest of time. He didn't have a mother to tell him when to switch the lights[..]
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