Mother
November 18, 2009
- My memoir's subtitle is A Woman's Journey to Peace With Scoliosis, Her Mother and Her Polish Heritage. Inner peace is my personal daily practice. Peace is that hummingly alive place where I don't fight. I don't do mental violence to myself for looking crooked in my clothes, I don't do emotional violence to my mother for not being a feminist like me, and I don't do verbal violence to myself ...
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October 31, 2009
- I’ve been struggling with a new season of being a mother, when the children are grown and need much less of my mothering skills. I have been pondering why I’ve had such a hard time with letting go of what was a major part of my life as my children grew up. I thought about my own mother and the relationship that we had. I have loved her with all my heart, but I realized there were many ...
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October 18, 2009
- She gave birth to me on August 26th, 1963, at approximately 3:19 A.M. The bond she and I shared from that day forward was one that could not be broken. I miss those school days when she would holler up the stairs with that dreadful phrase, "Boys, ..... time to get up." Those were the words she'd shout forty-five minutes prior to the big yellow bus's arrival, on that ...
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September 18, 2009
- "Forgiveness is for yourself, not the injuring party," Aunt B always says. But if I forgive, does that mean a relationship, whether distant or close, must form? I want no relationship but I do want my thoughts void of her. If I forgive, will that happen? It should be easy to forgive the mentally ill, such as my mother is, logically. She is sick, so she won't get help, so she won't ...
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September 17, 2009
- Last night B called her mother, who is going on 92 or 93 (how can B not know the year of her mother's birth? 1918? just after Armistice Day?) B's mother is forgetful too; she wonders where B is calling from and what time it is. Paris? B's mother's voice perks up: "Have you been shopping?"Well, yes, B allows, she has been shopping: for cheese and pastries.B knows this is not what ...
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September 11, 2009
- Repentance. The word conjures the vision of a Hellfire and Brimstone Preacher telling us we are all worthless sinners and on our way straight to Hell, do not pass go, do not receive any mercy. My second reaction is to shake my head with disgust. The fact is I repent every single day of my life.Imagine being the mother of the most incredible little girl; a child beyond anything you could have ...
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August 31, 2009
- You might remember my mother, Bonnie Blau, from the interview I did with her earlier this year. We talked about the fact that she thinks she looks like Bruce Springsteen. You can read that interview here. As a follow up, here's an interview with my mother where I ask her about one of my favorite photos. It's the only picture I have of me as a little kid with my mother. Do you remember ...
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August 25, 2009
- Don't worry, dear..Maybe I seem so small,Maybe my features are not yet clear,But I know,I know all..Believe me, fearing heart,I see my wayFrom the first dayGod kissed life Into Adam's gracious body..I knowI will surviveAnd joy I will embody..If only you let me freeFrom the chains of your fears..I know,I will thrive,I will build your so-called utopiaNot with blood and tears,But with all that I ...
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August 23, 2009
- Pitching a memoir is a brazen act of self-indulgence, the ultimate surrender to the almighty ego, and an embarrassing admission that, yes, ladies and gentlemen, I do think the world revolves around me. But I could no longer resist the temptation to consider one after my last trip to Eskaton Lodge at Gold River, which offers assisted living and memory care to about a hundred seniors in the suburbs ...
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August 22, 2009
- Seemed to be loads of little jobs to do before the day really got started today (why are some mornings just like that??), but I managed to squeeze in a meditation poem:Meditation 204A faith that glistensin the eyesof your friendsslips throughyour fingers,does not glideinto skin:a halfway housebetween saintsand menthat givesa promise of hope,joins our nowwith then.I'm also very pleased to say ...
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