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The Memoirist


Mother’s Day Heartbreak

I’m not your mom, but I am the mother of your children.

Photo by Alexander Dummer on Unsplash

I said it. I did. I don’t want anything for Mother’s Day was my reply to my husband’s pointed question.

Guess what? I got nothing for Mother’s Day.

I didn’t mean don’t help the kids DO something for Mother’s Day.




We publish memoirs, personal essays, and fictional memoir. Creative stories unpacked from the nostalgic hope chests of our lives.

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Donna Lynn

Donna Lynn

I’m Donna — mom of three grown children and grandma to 4. I’m a former kindergarten teacher and I love to write.

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