The job of mothering is done by more than mothers alone. This year, I’ve learned that motherhood is but one aspect of womanhood.
This weekend, I’ve had my fair share of Mother’s Day greetings, and I’ve exchanged the greeting with any woman who appeared old enough to be a mother without stopping to think about whether these women were mothers or not. I never even thought to ask! (Shame on me!)
Last time I checked in, I Breathed. It’s 2 a.m., and I lie awake, restless, courtesy of a loud, rolling thunder, fretful lightning, and a steady downpour just outside my bedroom window. Mother Nature is anything but nurturing right now.
These early hours are particularly unsettling because I’m thinking about just how much growing up I’ve had to do. I’ve had to confront Continue reading “From Whence the Rains Came”
Life As An Art Form 