mama

Small things sustain me

I think of my mother every day

I'm still making my way through Knausgård's Autumn

Pablo Picasso - "Weeping Woman" (1937) I want to burrow deep in the earth and never move again. Nothing makes sense. I don't feel solid or r...

"Come in From the Cold" by Joni Mitchell I am not some stone commission Like a statue in a park I am flesh and blood and vision I am howling...

"Burning Bowl" by She Keeps Bees if it's all the same I'd rather forget burn it in a tin can let the flame take each page ashes in the waves...

My mom used to say to me, " My cup runneth over ." We often said it to each other when we wanted to express gratitude and share how much we ...

"There are no miracles. There is just this. The love that nourished your happiness will nourish your pain." — Geneviève Jurgensen , The Disa...

Nightmare is too gentle a word for what it feels like to live without my mother. I'm not sure how I'm supposed to do it for the rest of my l...