Edna St. Vincent Millay: The courage that my mother had
The courage that my mother had
Went with her, and is with her still:
Rock from New England quarried;
Now granite in a granite hill.
Adrie Kusserow: The Adoration
All morning I groom you with tiny lovenames.
I am a cat, you are my kitten, cowlicked
with locution.
Michael Simms: Love
When I was a child, my mother told me
God has many faces
And She reveals Herself
In many ways.
Ellen Foos: Maternal Instinct
Her dreams were artistic,
not caught up in soap operas.
She was creating a new breed
with crayons, storybooks and blind faith.
Video: Mumford & Sons — “Beloved”
A boy visits his mother in the hospital and imagines a perfect day with her: And as you leave you must know you are belovedAnd as you leave I can … Continue reading
Dawn Potter: How to Ask for Money
Grandmother declared, after her third glass of rosé, that vehement was a flavor. Then she turned to stare at me. “A curtsey,” she trumpeted, “is a stitch in time!” She … Continue reading
David Huddle: Even Then I knew
for Lisa Fay Coutley Our mother was often desperate because of my brothers and me—once she threw the dish drainer at Charles, slapped the back of Bill’s head so that … Continue reading
Elizabeth Gargano: Why I Chose to Be My Mother’s Caretaker
Living on Human Time When I tell friends and acquaintances that my eighty-nine-year-old mother will be moving in with my husband and me, I get two kinds of stares. One … Continue reading
Elizabeth Kirschner: The Story of Benjamin
Early July, ninety degrees in the shade and me in the crook of my mother’s arms. She has her movie star sunglasses on, purple cat-eye glasses with iris-tinted lenses. … Continue reading
Majid Naficy: The Signs of My Mother
Oh high moon! What are you waiting for? Follow your path quickly And carry my message to Isfahan From the window of my bedroom. My mother is still awake And … Continue reading
Video: Willie King performs “It Takes a Good Woman”
This is legendary bluesman Willie King’s tribute to his mother, a very powerful performance about his upbringing in Prairie Point, a community in Noxubee County, Mississippi near the Alabama border.
Jose Padua: A Beautiful Day on Earth
All I remember is that it was a beautiful sunny day when my mother came out of the fast food restaurant downtown near the bus station and walked to the … Continue reading
Jose Padua: These So Long Days We Spend in the Middle of Things
I always loved the way my mother said the word ‘macapuno,’ which is a kind of coconut that’s sweeter and fleshier than the regular kind. One time after she’d had … Continue reading
Doug Anderson: How She Was
I stood with my mother waiting for the Walk sign at an intersection in downtown Tucson. It was Sunday and the town was deserted. The two of us and a … Continue reading
