Every single time I make a pot of coffee, I think of mom. She was, if possible, worse at waking than I am. I remember being trained as a kid to make her coffee. We had a scooper that, filled to heaping corresponded to two cups of water. Because of the silly private language we [...]
Category Archives: mom
mom, it is nearing midnight
April 16, 2008 – 11:32 pm
And the line between us gets blurry.
I’ve been thinking about you all day, but on purpose- like sticking my tongue into a sore tooth to see if it still hurts. I have no words for the way this does and does not hurt. I’m sad to find my grief has softened so much, and knowing [...]
the primal scream
April 12, 2008 – 11:27 am
I tell this story because even though it isn’t mine to tell, I inherited it. I carry it for her like a flame she handed to me. It’s a hateful story but the sharing of it is loving and beautiful. Silence is what is ugly. Speaking truths is never anything but an act of love [...]
time and blood
April 8, 2008 – 7:00 pm
(mom)
I’m feeling you so vividly right now. The spring is our time, the two of us wild and stoned in the forest clearing. Aries and laughing and twin skirts blowing in the breeze, twin souls like Demeter and Persephone- firmly, solidly mother/daughter too. The sisterhood never took precedence over your wings holding me and your [...]
authentic
December 14, 2007 – 11:34 am
Nag Champa incense is the scent of my authentic self. I didn’t realize this until Marianne’s beautiful package arrived from Sonoma. This mama is an incredible gifter. I’m so floored by this stuff I can’t believe it. And it all smells like the Nag Champa she included This is the secent of my mom, of my [...]
wound, reopened
September 10, 2007 – 10:36 am
I’m having a really hard time coping with Grandma’s health. The helpless feeling and frustrations with family have brought my grief for mom right back to the surface and I’m struggling so hard with it all over again. It hasn’t been long enough to think of losing her as an old would but the blood had [...]
this is my new book. old stories new pages.
August 30, 2007 – 9:33 pm
I feel a kind of loud, heavy aloneness. Angry at the universe that took my mama away and is leaving little holes in Grandma’s memory and sense. Bitter that I have to mother the baby to sleep while Bu has beers and music at friends’. I said it was OK; didn’t know the house would [...]
how much of our parenting style comes from our parents?
August 12, 2007 – 4:02 pm
I just found Girl’s Gone Child- she has a post recalling that her earliest memories are of nightmares. She says she remembers waiting in her bed for her mom or dad to scoop her up and put her in between them, safe and cozy in their bed. She writes, then, about her little one crying for her from his [...]
research girl
July 11, 2007 – 1:42 am
I have some small butterflies in m’tummy. I feel like I did the first day of school after my long sabbatical. I’d been slacking so much I think I’d flunked three quarters of my classes, my roommate had bailed and I’d run home to mama, (and that’s a fucking heartbreaking phrase right there isn’t [...]
more on the wiccan pedophiliac-porn writers
July 6, 2007 – 1:49 pm
There’s major buzz at The Wild Hunt, where I first heard about AJ’s plan to do the human effigy thing in condemnation of the Frosts. Most everyone is either in support of it because they are the creepiest assholes in our community, or against it because they are uncomfortable with the idea of burning witches*- [...]
