Untethered

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I am 33 years old, and I’ve just started to grieve the mother I never had. Several years ago, as I began to tell my story for the first time in counseling, my counselor asked me how it felt not to have a mother. I had no answer. I just shrugged my shoulders with a… Read More

What mothering is really all about

Mothering is

What does it mean to be a mother? I think about this question a lot. I think about it because, of course, I gave birth to two tiny, crazy humans and they seem to look to me every single day to feed them and wipe their rear ends and find them a pair of shoes… Read More