A Mother Is A Story

My Mother Died Of Metastatic Colorectal Cancer Shortly Before Three P.m. On Christmas Day Of 2008. I Don't Know The Exact Time Of Her Death, Because None Of Us Thought To Look At A Clock For A While After She Stopped Breathing.

Like My Mother Before Me, I Have Always Been A Good Speller.

For Sure, The Funeral Industry Seems Intensely Cynical To Me And I Don't Think It Is Helping People Mourn.

It's All Too Easy When Talking About Female Gymnasts To Fall Into The Trap Of Infantilizing Them, Spending More Time Worrying More About Female Vulnerability Than We Do Celebrating Female Strength.

A Mother Is A Story With No Beginning. That Is What Defines Her.