The Relentless Hope of Healing the Mother Wound upon a Mother’s Death

Reflections on Self-Mothering

The Virgin and Child, Saint Anne, and Saint Emerentia on view at The Metropolitan Museum of Art

Sitting here sipping a nip of Amaretto, not because I like it, but because it helps me feel close to Mom. It’s the same reason exactly twice a year I buzz through the McDonald’s drive-through and get a Filet o’ Fish or buy my sons the candies Sixlets and white Tic Tacs.