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My mother's funeral was at the beginning of this year. Every speaker and contributor to it spoke of how she'd given her entire life over to helping others. She worked tirelessly to improve things for other people. She was beloved for her laughter, her caring, the joy she took in others. She was dyslexic, wheelchair-bound, and in the last five years of her life also entirely blind--none of which stopped her from charity work, from volunteer work, or from her political work. She marched for gay rights, for black lives, for disability rights, for peace. She refused to go quietly into that good night; she was campaigning and fighting for what she believed in right up until she died.
By Storme Winfield5 years ago in Families
A .38 Special Mom
Moms teach us so many things from the very beginning of our lives. It starts out with the fundamental lessons like how to walk and talk. While these basic lessons are important, our moms teach us far greater ones. I am who I am because of what my mom has taught me.
By Jacklyn Annon5 years ago in Families
Boss Mom
The definition of a mother, according to Merriam-Webster, is “a woman in authority.” Well, ain’t that the truth! In Polynesian culture, the makuahine (Hawaiian word for: mother), is the disciplinarian of the ohana (family). They feed you, clothe you, and give you pa’i (spanking) when you are being naughty. My mother is no different. Whenever my sister and I fought, we heard her thundering footsteps coming down the stairs. One by one, one foot after the other, with that slanted, brows scrunched, and fury in her eyes. If I did not finish my homework, smack! When I disrespected a friend or family member, smack! Whenever I talked back, smack…Smack…SMACK!!
By Pono Akina5 years ago in Families
Mother: Sword & Shield
Mother may I? Mother may I tell you that whenever my Monday mornings were less than your smile would always shine through and remind me that you are greater than any of the woes in my life. Mother I have watched your life resemble that of amusement parks, ups and downs through sunny shine smiles and foggy little frowns but somehow you would always find your way back to ground level. Life is a journey and I'm just walking along a prosperous path, if not for your life lessons that you taught in my days this day would never come to pass. Fragmented memories of my youth stored away in the cabinets of my mind. From time to time I revisit the cultivated days of my youth, my innocence, infancy, my childhood, adolescence my truth.
By Marco Quijano 5 years ago in Families
Mama, eternally young
Last November, I lost both of my parents within a week of each other. They died two days apart from different illnesses. First, my father passed away and two days later my mother. At the funeral, the priest said that despite their terrible loss, these two people were blessed because they had lived together for more than 60 years and died together. They were buried in the same grave.
By George Karouzakis 5 years ago in Families
To All Mothers Past, Present & Future
I would like to honour ALL mothers: our mother Earth-Gaia, mother-figures past, present and future and my own Mother; Susan. While our time together was only a short interlude; as a seven-year-old child, losing a mother to cancer is never easy. I believe she has never left my side and is still guiding me on my own journey. Her legacy comes in the form of a book of poems she had written before her untimely passing – her hopes, loves and dreams shine through with each word she wrote.
By Lauren Bryde5 years ago in Families
a thread of legacy
Cloth has a “feel” to it. It has warp and weft, the weave that gives it heft and weight and texture. Aah – texture. I love texture. Is it smooth and silky? Is it coarse and rough? Every fabric has its own story to unfold, to become a garment, or a quilt, or a baby blanket.
By Ruth Sieber5 years ago in Families
Creating Myself
Creating Myself By Nicole Scarborough Way back in first grade, I remember a little spark being lit in my mind which told me that I would grow up to be a teacher. Through the years I nurtured that spark into a burning desire and a definite career path. I never wavered from it, never doubted it.
By Nicole C Scarborough5 years ago in Families
