Category: bringing up mother
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Cut Me Loose
We spend decades parenting our children, then our parents, and finally our spouses. Keep your performative Mother’s Day cake. At sixty, I want my life back.
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The Ghost Who Works.
sometimes catharsis is as simple as from okay so what… to now what. the need for being accepted does not permit us that luxury.
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Adoption
We worship bloodlines because they simplify inheritance, not because they explain love. The child’s deepest question remains stubbornly simple: not who created me, but who stayed.

