She often gave me soap, which sounds odd, but my godmother had a knack for finding gifts that I could use everyday. She was practical, providing me with lotions, mugs, reusable grocery bags, even a small countertop Christmas tree that has been my only seasonal decoration for the last decade. This means, of course, thatContinue reading >>
My problem with Mother’s Day
Let’s be clear about one thing: I have no problem with my mother, only with Mother’s Day. I love my mother dearly. In fact, I love her with a searing, consuming love that demands of me the witness of my entire life. I carry around with me a desire to make her proud, to repayContinue reading >>
What rips us apart, what puts us back together
Someone once asked me if the most important event of my life had already occurred, and I replied quickly, almost reflexively: yes, I was baptized. When I was baptized I was entered into a mystery, something larger than myself that has existed through the ages and whose membership I could never renounce. When I putContinue reading >>
Love through a new lens
My parents have only seen me Crohn’s-sick once, and I’m in no hurry to put them in that position again. I had gone home for a funeral, and started to feel ill at the wake. That night was not a good night for me. I lay on the couch in my now-familiar pose of nauseated,Continue reading >>
What my mom taught me about blogging before the internet existed
The homework assignment was to write sentences. I’m not sure what the content was. Were we using vocabulary words in context? Demonstrating our ability to label subject and predicate? Whatever it was, my mom leaned over my shoulder as I worked on it, yellow pencil clutched in my young hand. She made a suggestion: whyContinue reading >>
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