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rina-macasaet's picture
May.13.2013
“You forgot how to dress up mom.” “I don’t like my top let me get rid of it!” “There’s nothing wrong with your top mom, it’s your shoes.” Sigh. “Your pants are too short, just wear flats!” She takes one last look and nods left to right in big disappointment. “If I paid for a stylist mom, would you...
anne-lynn-jarman's picture
Mar.27.2013
A friend's father died on Sunday, he was 101. He had been a diplomat, and he was remarkable enough that he has his obituary in the Daily Telegraph, Tuesday March 26, 2013. If you want to read the story of a dedicated public servant and kind compassionate human being, I recommend that you seek out...
cassandra-dunn's picture
Feb.28.2013
This whole crazy journey I'm on started when I was about my daughter's age, and had no idea I was even on a journey. I wrote my first short story when I was 8 or 9, and never looked back. I wrote from then on, without even thinking about why. At first I just wrote stories for my sister and step-...
susan-hubbs's picture
Nov.27.2012
The profound statements that come out of my youngest child's mouth still astound me after 13 years.  The past two days have brought two particularly enlightened statements to be coming from a 13 year old.  Her father is...not around at present.  He is not a horrible human, just...
cheryl-kerr's picture
Nov.14.2012
Hi, everyone! I am Cheryl and I wrote See Ya, which traces relationships and stories through generations and years from the 1940s to the 1990s. See Ya began when my father died and I realized how much of his life has been apart from the man I knew. The ties to World War II happened when some...
lou-allin's picture
Nov.02.2012
  One father was all I needed. I had five mothers and loved each one in different ways. They were born between 1890 and 1925.  The year I came along, the oldest was fifty five and the youngest was eighteen.               My birth...
michael-warren's picture
Sep.25.2012
I am old enough to remember a time in American society when there was no question about what it meant to be a mother and no one would have been foolish enough to read a book on parenting. Being a mother in that more sane era meant first being a wife, then birthing a child and, together with your...
jodi-cutting's picture
Aug.27.2012
This weekend was a typical run myself ragged from beginning to end.  I managed to work in having extra kids (always have a least one extra), a full day of soccer, school shopping, a zillion errands and judging a local pageant.  As usual, amidst the chaos of our lives, Midge tagged along....
barbara-froman's picture
May.10.2012
I have a long, raw silk, fuchsia scarf—a color so electric that it screams “Morning person,” which I am not.  But I wear it because the shade is silly enough to make me laugh, and the silk is soft enough to make me feel pampered.  Mostly, though, I wear it because it was a gift from my...
cheryl-l-snell's picture
Apr.17.2012
Deborah Batterman's new ebook, just published as a Kindle Single, is intimate and inventive. The linked essays in Because My Name is Mother are rich with telling details. Objects and everyday acts resonate until we can see ourselves in the vivid moments the author creates. There's the photograph...