Monthly Archives: June 2013

Pretending to be the Mother They’re Pretending I am

Pretending to be the Mother They’re Pretending I am

Today has been one of thoseĀ Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Days. Okay, maybe that’s an exaggeration, but only slightly. No, we haven’t experienced a major catastrophe, meltdown, illness or otherwise majorly stressful event. Rather, it’s been one of those days that wear you down, drop by drop, like a slow leak in your roofRead More

The Joy of Hand-Me-Downs

The Joy of Hand-Me-Downs

Black plastic trash bags, old cardboard boxes, these packages of promise would arrive, usually during the summer, from distant cousins who were finally near on a much-anticipated vacation. “We brought Catherine some hand-me-downs. Take what you need!” When I overheard these words exchanged between two coffee-cup holding adults, my juvenile heart would leap. Clothes. NEWRead More

Suckling at the Breast of God

Sharp, tiny fingernails scraped into my neck, collar bone, and the bony spaces of my chest. My heavy, nerves-on-fire, newly lactating breasts ached to fill my daughters stomach as much as she ached to be full. Frantically, she clawed at my body, gaping mouth probing for sustenance. My milk was on the verge, not quiteRead More

Memories of the Circus Still Linger

Memories of the Circus Still Linger

“Mommy, where da elephants?” As my toddler sat patiently in my lap while the ceremony began, I found it very odd that she would ask this question. We were, after all, not under “the big top,” but in a large auditorium watching not red-sequined trapeze artists, but red-gowned future graduates taking their seats. I couldRead More