To The Women...

Writing a new story when Mother's Day feels complicated.

After my mom died, my teenage heart couldn’t handle the thought of celebrating Mother’s Day. Our relationship was rocky and addiction had robbed her of her best. There were many things left unsaid. All I could choke out at her funeral was, “I love you Mom, I’m so sorry.” I was sorry for all the times we fought, and sorry we didn’t get a chance to make i…