my mama

my mother was like a mama alien. I loved her with all my heart. there was such a sorrow to it. because for all practical purposes she died to me when she went to the hospital for the ectopic pregnancy on the day of my 5th birthday. I remember the loneliness I felt standing on … Continue reading my mama →

My sister, the end

In sorry dear, but I meant it when I made it over with you at the side of our mother's death bed. Obviously there needed to be a go-to for a new relationship but that didnt happen. Im over the rote, silly dance in our family where I was marked lame and not allowed to … Continue reading My sister, the end →