My mother didn't tell me when her mother died. She didn't include me in my stepfather's obit (nor his 3 kids from his first marriage), only my brother. *That* is exactly the obit I would write for her. If I had the time. LOL. xo
Lol. That obit. 😆 I regularly reassess the status of “mom in my life.” It took a long time and a lot of recovery to make our relationship a choice I make instead of a burden I saddle. Even now that she is in her mid-eighties and extremely fragile, I define the boundaries regardless of her need. I couldn’t write an honest memoir until I became willing to do what sometimes felt like crushing her spirit, cutting her throat, and burning down the house. I’m so glad you helped me write that book. Thank you.
My mother didn't tell me when her mother died. She didn't include me in my stepfather's obit (nor his 3 kids from his first marriage), only my brother. *That* is exactly the obit I would write for her. If I had the time. LOL. xo
Lol. That obit. 😆 I regularly reassess the status of “mom in my life.” It took a long time and a lot of recovery to make our relationship a choice I make instead of a burden I saddle. Even now that she is in her mid-eighties and extremely fragile, I define the boundaries regardless of her need. I couldn’t write an honest memoir until I became willing to do what sometimes felt like crushing her spirit, cutting her throat, and burning down the house. I’m so glad you helped me write that book. Thank you.
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Love it! There was no obituary for my mother.
What My Bones Knows inspired me to finally get serious about my own memoir. Great book!