It’s Never Too Late to Fall Back in Love

The last time I saw my mother alive she was drunk. So drunk, in fact, that when I pulled the car over to where she waiting on the sidewalk for me to pick her up she didn’t react, just kept swaying gently back and forth with her eyes closed. My anger, quick and eager to […]

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A Better Mother Than Me
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“I don’t want to go to bed! A good Mommy would let me have a cheese stick!” Gabby yells at me for what is maybe the 14th time in the last five minutes. Out of answers and the will to live, I let my head cock to the side and consider this for a second. […]

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The Ghosts of Thanksgivings Past

I want to show you something. This is me, hosting what I think was our very first Thanksgiving. We’ve been doing this for a while now—ever since my mother really started to not be well and we couldn’t trust her to be sober enough to get out of bed and cook a bird—and now it […]

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A Letter to My Daughter

Dear Maria: Oh (wo)man are you coming of age in an interesting time. Never have we as women been able to accomplish more. You and me together watched a woman run for president (and win) and I saw on your face for the first time that those words I tell you, all those you can […]

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(True) Beauty and the Beast

I’ve noticed that when I’m depressed, I feel ugly. The two seem to travel together, a sinister, awkward pair like Cinderella’s step sisters. It doesn’t help that depression makes me tired, which makes me less inclined to exercise, which makes me less inclined to care about what I put into my mouth, which makes me […]

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Great Faith and Great Courage

There is a single prayer I pray every day, often many times a day, lately with every breath. “God, help me be brave.” This is still relatively new to me. I didn’t grow up praying. I didn’t grow up in a church. And so when I decided I needed to start having a dialog with […]

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