Most recently published stories in Families.
A Letter To My Real Life Superhero
Defining a "mother" on the surface level may seem easy. But, if you were to ask one hundred different people, no two answers would be the same. Some children have never known a mother. Some children do have mothers but will never get to experience the feeling of motherly love. A mother to me is not just the woman who gave birth to you. A mother is the first person to teach and show you what unconditional love is. A mother is your sempiternal shoulder to cry on, your first and forever cheerleader. A mother is so much more to me than I could ever find the words to express. I wish that everyone was lucky enough to have a mother like mine.
Legacy of the She-Ox
"Da ist ein dumme ochen." [Grandma, whom I called Nanny] -She had been a tiny, but quite stout old German American woman with all the trimmings of barking out orders and baking really good pastries. I was clumsy. She would refer to me this way ever time I bumped into our end table in the living room. Mom would glare, but when I asked what this meant, Mom told me not to worry, but to try not to act like such a "bull in a china shop" for her Mom to see.
Dear Mother, If you were alive you would be able to read this letter. Firstly, I want to apologize for not being the son you wanted me to be either in personality or physical appearance.
The Woman Behind Mom
Watching the Clouds 1975 Mom stretched out on the grass and wiggled her bare toes at the sky. A serene smile pulled at the corners of her mouth. “That one looks like a turtle,” she said, a smile resonated in her tone. “He better watch his ass, because a race car is coming up behind him.
A beautiful first name was all Candy ever gave her child when she was young. My grandmother named her daughter Shamarie (shah-muh-ree); a play on the French word "cher,” meaning ‘sweet Marie.’ Her idea of raising Shamarie was neglectfully throwing her in the back seat of a car while she drove around with a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other in search of many flings of infidelity. At the age of just 20, my Papa, Ramond, became my mother's sole custodial parent.
Finding Love in a Found Family
Family was always a difficult topic for me growing up. I grew up in the south, and there was always this staunch traditionalist mindset about family; you love them, you support them no matter what, and you stick together, and nothing is more important than your blood relatives. I always loved the idea of it, to have people who love you endlessly and stay at your side through thick and thin.
BLOOM Flourishing in red Blessed in the blood of thy woman Summing thy pain while a man contemplates thy birth
Lady in Red
The press labeled my mother the Lady in Red. It sounds notorious but she was not a spy or a lady of the night. Born Marion Cecil Borden in 1919, she grew up to be a track and field star.
A Winning Mom
One of my favorite memories of my mother is watching her win the Tri-Cities Badminton Mixed Doubles Championship held at a local high school gymnasium in Richland, Tri-Cities, Washington back in the late 1980s. The tourney placed her and a partner in about 6 matches total before they eventually defeated all their opponents by demonstrating excellent athleticism, skill, and focus to bring home winners' trophies🏆🏆. As a single, young widowed mother of two boys after my father passed away in 1985 when I was seven years old, she was barely in her 30s. We looked to "Mom" to take us to the local school playground where we would shoot hoops, playing favorited and introductory skill games like "21", H-O-R-S-E- and P-I-G to improve our game and shooting. Our mother would exhibit patience when we were whiney and accusing each other of cheating, encouragement and confidence if unsure about our abilities and would dole out discipline for bad grades or if we clowned around or got in trouble at school, operating in both roles for us as Dad (masculine energy/lawgiver) and Mom (feminine energy/nurturer) for a while. She has always been there for me and my siblings over the years- both Before and After being widowed young. I remember her winning the Badminton tournament as a shining moment that signified her perseverance despite the tragedy our family had recently endured that took my father away by a trucking accident. My mother was and is a winner, she never neglected us as kids, did not get caught up in a toxic partying lifestyle (not even in the 1980s - 90s); showing us 4- including my sister by marriage, an example of faith, dedication, community service, and responsibility. She was my very first Sunday School teacher at church while always remaining a career woman, gainfully employed to this day. She and my stepfather are known locally for giving back by being people of prayer and volunteering their time, food, and resources at homeless shelters in their town.
Sleepwalking in Turkey
Travelling abroad is a rarity so getting invited to accompany my friends family on holiday I didn’t flinch in saying yes! Arriving at the airport is always so thrilling, looking around and seeing the buzz of people rushing to their flights. Or alternatively seeing those shopping in the duty free sections. I always love looking around me and guessing where people are going (even though you never find out). Seeing the difference in the way everyone acts at the airport is always so exciting.
My Baby Had A Very Rare Fatal Birth Defect, And I Had To Have An Abortion
I don’t like to think of my pregnancy loss as an abortion, so I refer to it as my miscarriage. The loss of my baby came with me having to live through complex decisions. It came with trying to get different opinions that lead to the same conclusion to all the doctors I talked to: “The baby has such a severe problem that he won’t make it once he’s born, if he’s born, and if you continue with this pregnancy it will be considered a high risk pregnancy, which can be life threatening, and extinguish the possibility for you to have more children.”
"Nine month's of creating life"
Month 1: The day comes you find out you're going to be a mother. Its like a lightning bolt across the sky, the fear of being a bad mother, the rain pouring down, which is also tears rolling down your face, the rainbow after the storm, the excitement of becoming a mother, the sound of thunder, the worrisome of every little thing that could possibly go wrong. You know everything will be absolutely fine deep down but its a scary and emotional time, but you smile and know the day was coming and you are filled with joy and love.