Mothering between time zones. Letting go.
A Helicopter in Pudong Airport: mothering over and out
Category: Mothering
Only a Guilty Mother Would Admit To These Dreams – letting go #1
30 June 2019 When the sky is tangerine in your Edmonton garden and your daughter’s cityscape from Kuala Lumpur is clear, you know you have arrived in the present. When your now adult child wings her way across an ocean, lands in Shanghai and then takes off again for a more distant destination, the concept… Continue reading Only a Guilty Mother Would Admit To These Dreams – letting go #1
“i feel like a stranger” (my mother’s brain)
22 September 2018 When you’re drunk it’s so much fun—Your stories don’t make sense. An early fall has strung The elms with yellow flags.Anna Akhmatova "i feel like a stranger" says the woman across the tablewhose glass of wine is alwaysthe first of the evening. The second evaporatesin the mind before the swallowof her "disappearing… Continue reading “i feel like a stranger” (my mother’s brain)
Mothering and Women’s Words
3 June 2013 Last night I launched a co-edited volume of 75 voices celebrating the 20th anniversary of Women's Words. My daughter was in the audience. I thought of this moment not long ago when she was too shy to stay in the audience and came up to the front to stand with me while… Continue reading Mothering and Women’s Words
No Gate No Lock 