My Mother’s Roses

I arrived for my mother's Memorial a day early last year. One of the few things left to do  was to prepare the roses, turned into rose petals, to include with her ashes for the funerary basket. She wanted to be creamated and set to rest in her beloved Pacific ocean.  Between my sister and … Continue reading My Mother’s Roses

Harsh Mothers

harsh mothers are still mothers they teach us independence and strength making us thick-skinned they teach us truth early they teach us war and revolution within ourselves some memories don't leave your bones like salt in the oceans they become a part of you and you carry them like scars the invisible kind only visible … Continue reading Harsh Mothers