Making memories is hard work.

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When we brought Dorian home for the first night, I had trouble deciphering who was more frightened in our group, him or Maura or me. Motherhood is not something to ...

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A few years ago, I ran on a fight with my family during Christmas and never went back. It was written with hopes that someday, my siblings can forgive me ...

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This poem was written upon visiting my late mother in the nursing home in 2011.

As mothers stifle us and we try to break free..

"Alex, who's Jonathan?" "Jonathan? He's my friend, mum." 

"why, why Kevin?" "because... because she wants me to marry, Lionel". 

"Wake up, Nohemi!" "Wake up, the sun has already gone to the farm and you are still drowning in your dreams, how am I supposed to feed you when you ...

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my father said they had been his fathers. His father found them in a secondhand shop, and thought it would be funny to buy them. He loved music, and had ...

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What I wish I could tell my mother

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