My mom is like you took all the Cool Mom aspects of Lorelai but put them in the most selfless, understanding, empathic human.
Dear Mother, I am finally learning how to say ‘thank you’ and express the gratitude you so firmly assumed I was incapable of having. Maybe by the end of this, you’ll also learn something, too – perhaps even how to be proud of me.
Because of her, I see that my body is a magnificent creation – one that should be loved, respected and cherished.
She is still with me, every step of the way. And there is no way I could ever forget her.
Yes, Mother’s Day is hard for me, but I think it is even harder for the mothers out there who see their children everyday but never get any sort of acknowledgement.
As mothers and fathers of sons, it’s time that we stop treating sexual assault as something only parents of daughters have to worry about.
When you’re a kid raised by a single mom, Father’s Day can be an awkward time for you.
If you don’t let it consume you, it’ll only make you stronger.
How do we cope with our parents getting older? How do we prepare ourselves emotionally with the fact one day they will die? How do we come to terms with the looming possibility of losing them?
Cancer was too hard for me to think about – yet – the irony is that right now, at this current moment in my life, four months after burying my mom, cancer….it’s all I can focus on.