By focusing solely on conquering the dreams my mother had hand-picked for me, I hadn’t considered establishing any of my own. This past Mother’s Day, I rode my bicycle two cities over, slicing through humidity and foreboding; both of which felt so thick and heavy that I may as well have been treading water. Despite […]
In my mother’s mind, there was always room for improvement. Feeling guilty has been a predominant theme in my life. As a child, I learned to feel guilty about eating, ashamed about my body and, for some reason, responsible for my family’s collective happiness. I often felt at fault; just in the wrong somehow. This […]
This desperate desire to “perfectly please” my mom has been with me always. My mom is first and foremost a pragmatist. Straightforward and matter-of-fact, she doesn’t typically let emotion distract her. I have to assume that these characteristics are innate, for this has been her nature as far back as I can recall. Compounding that, […]
