“My mom and I lived together for five years—the breast cancer years—until she died from the disease.”
daughters
Posted inEditor's Pick
How My Mother’s Dying Wish Took My Family to Antarctica
“What I thought was a burden was a tether across death’s divide.”
Posted inEditor's Pick
My Father, the Artist
“I developed a new appreciation for my dad, who always treated me like a fellow artist, creating myself.”
Posted inEditor's Pick
Voices On Addiction: Speaking Ill Of The Dead
“It’s easier to be angry at a presence than an absence. It’s easier to push against the person who is doing things wrong than the person who is doing nothing at all.”
Posted inStory, Unapologetic Women
Someone Called Mother
Their mothers were secrets, right up until their deaths.
Posted inNonfiction, Story
Looking Inside My Heart
Jen Hyde discovered that her heart valve was made by women working in a factory near her childhood home. Getting to know them brought her closer to her own mother.
Posted inStory
The Problem of Pain
Pain is indeed inherited, but treating it as an affliction need not be handed down from generation to generation.