by Marilene Phipps | Sep 21, 2018 | Writing
So your mother, the glory of your youth, has just died. She had become just a shivering, dependent, but all-compassionate being. No soul could have been gentler. She softly shuffled through the house, an oxygen tank by her side where once her beloved husband had been;...
by Marilene Phipps | Sep 13, 2018 | Writing
How to let go of one’s mother? How to let her die after the magnitude of years during which she was the boulder that our roots have clamped themselves over and around, absurdly daring follicles unwittingly holding her at the center of our being? Then converging beyond...
