Unmothered Mother & Child

Raising a child while neglecting to actually Mother said child:  Unmothering.  Growing up, the moments of my adoptive mother acting like a Mother were scant.  Mother and Mommy are similar but different; truthfully, I'm not recalling anything outstanding for the Mommy category, either. There were moments she acted like a Mother.  Dependable, positive, pleasant and... Continue Reading →

Wading.

New Dorp, Staten Island. 1986. My first apartment, the entire second floor of a small two-family house. Bedroom with alcove closet, full bath, large kitchen/dining area, sunny living room with small private terrace overlooking the neighborhood.  At $450 a month, it was a gem. I felt safe if a tad remote.  The commute was cool:  Walk... Continue Reading →

Opening Lines.

These are the things she told me from a very early age. They are, in no particular order, the foundations of how, when and why I arrived. (You'll note I was never born in any of these well-meaning bon mots.) Whether true at the time they were shared matters not; it's what was told to... Continue Reading →

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