Tag :death

Posted on 22 Aug 2014
Of SUV’s, Omnipotence and Depression …

"Depression" Something shifted inside me the day of the car accident, when the driver of the Jeep SUV slammed into the back of my SUV. Being hit from behind unearthed, exhumed all my fears of being caught off guard, bei...

Posted on 20 Aug 2014
Of Rage, Addiction and Fears Made Manifest …

"Fear" by Wendy My mother was addicted to rage. I could not see that as a child. Only now at fifty-three, am I truly able to step back and grasp a sense of the fear that dwelled within her. Nothing but intense, immutabl...

Posted on 25 Jul 2014
Of Suffering, Deprivation, and Irish Twins …

"vine...-Explored" by Pan.101 It is often said that out of great suffering and deprivation comes not only bitterness and resentment, but at many times strength and resilience. My mother was one of six children to whom m...

Posted on 23 Jul 2014
Of Grandmothers, Masks, and Psychic Abilities…

"African Mask" by ThermalK   My mother’s mother, my maternal grandmother, told me she had been born within a veil. In other words, she was born with a caul, or mask formed by the amniotic fluid, covering her f...

Posted on 01 Jul 2014
Of Ambivalence, Loss, and What Seemed Retribution …

| "earthly magic" by earthly magic My greatest fear as my mother’s daughter was not that I would die, but rather that I would live. It takes strength to live, courage to wake up each day and face someone that you are s...

Posted on 03 Jun 2014
Of Rules, Quilts, A Coat of Many Colors, and Knowing …

Wisdom Cards - Affirmations - Louise Hay by JCT(Loves)Streisand* My mother was a stickler for rules. They seemed to give her a sense of safety. I cannot say that I hate rules. I certainly do not like the way those in po...

Posted on 12 May 2014
Of My Mother, Black Limousines and The Day I Married …

"Afternoon Sunlight"[/caption] by Texas to Mexico My mother was proud the July afternoon I married. The day before Independence Day, July 3rd, 1982, I marched down the aisle of the church in which my mother and her moth...

Posted on 02 May 2014
Of Memories, Loss, and Johnnie Myron Weeks …

"Park" by d o l f i I am the keeper of memories and bloodlines in both my families of origin and immediate relations. By the time I was sixteen both my father and my younger brother, who was my only sibling, had died. L...