I lost my mother at a young age. I didn’t lose her physically, but like many queer folks, lost my relationship with her—all understanding, love, and support. Because of this, I’ve long dreaded Mother’s Day, a time when scrolling through social media means seeing the endless posts from those praising their mothers for loving them—something I’d spent years trying (to no avail) to drag out from my own. This year, however, I decided to make a change; I celebrated my…
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More Than A Mother: A Letter to My Revolutionary Mom This Mother’s Day
Posted on May 7, 2020Dear Mom, I know you don’t always think I see you for all that you genuinely are. More than as my mother, my children’s Nonna, or my rock—but as a human being. At times, you may think I only see you through a critical lens—that I bring up what you are not, the ways in which I wish you were different, or that I make comparisons between you and other moms. Perhaps I do. But I want you to know that,…
Are You My Mother?: Giving New Meaning to Queer Motherhood
Posted on May 11, 2018Mother, mommy, mama, madre, mami, mzza, ma. A human being's first or second word is often calling out to this person. Hospice nurses also say this is one of the last things we ask for before we pass on. The first sound any person hears is their mother's heartbeat in utero. For this exact reason, the tempo of most indigenous drum beats is the same as the human heart. …