Apr 26, 2021
5 min read
Intimacy is My Scratchy Wool Blanket
But I long for it to cover me
When I was a kid, my Mom handed out “I love yous” with ease. She grew uncomfortable with lingering hugs or great signs of physical affection, but she uttered “I love you” to each of her kids multiple times a day. My Mom did love us — her words were genuine — but feelings and vulnerability disconnected from the phrase. To utter “I love you” in a…
