I Don’t Do Mother’s Day

…because I don’t really like my mom.

Black Woman with long braids looking at phone with a frustrated expression.
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I may not get many views or claps from this article. It’s not a helpful article for your writing or professional life. It’s not about a headline-grabbing current event. It doesn’t put down or call out any other author. It’s a personal story, but it may not be relatable.




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Rachel D Adams

Rachel D Adams

(she/her/pan) I’m not to be mistaken for a well-behaved woman. I’m an ally, amateur photog, content creator, novelist, empty nester, traveler, wife, & friend.

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