Digital love letters from kids whose moms are incarcerated.
Donations are way better than flowers.
Digital love letters from kids whose moms are incarcerated.
Donations are way better than flowers.
Mother’s Day is coming: that awfullest of holidays when Mom ceases to be a person and becomes a flowery figurehead to be showered with bath bombs and perfumes and everything pink because that’s what the card companies told you she wanted, when she’s forced to wait hours for a dismal breakfast in bed or taken out into a crowd to be paraded in front of strangers and fed a lukewarm brunch. Continue reading “Mother’s Day Gifts Mom Actually Wants”
Tomorrow is Mother’s Day. Today is Mother’s Day Off.
Confused, are you? Thinking, I didn’t see any Hallmark cards for that one? Well, it’s not a national holiday. You might call it regional. That region is my house.
What does Mother’s Day Off mean? It means I’m wearing a short skirt with no concern about sitting cross-legged on the floor stacking blocks, because I won’t be doing that if I don’t want to. It means I’m not wearing nursing pads in my bra and won’t be until I decide I want to go home and nurse, because my husband will be feeding pumped milk to the baby. It means sitting in a coffee shop by myself, doing the work I haven’t found time to do in far too long, sipping coffee, wearing impractical shoes and lipstick and eyeshadow, noticing the man two tables over as he notices my legs, which I only today remembered existed under my yoga pants. Continue reading “Mother’s Day Off”