Mother! You were here and it felt like safety again, like childhood again. You slept in my bed, my bed that I put together--it took three hours!--and furnished with a bedspread I bought with my hard-earned cash. I washed the bedding just for you, made my home up just for you so you could see… Continue reading Ode to Mother
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The Skin We Live In (Part I)
My mom doesn’t wear much makeup—no foundation or concealer. She doesn’t buy expensive department store brands of age-defying moisturizers, miracle creams, or any products with advertisements that compare a woman’s skin to freckled eggshells or hardened alligator skin. She uses the same brand of face wash—Noxema—she has used my whole life. Whenever I smell that… Continue reading The Skin We Live In (Part I)
