I wasn’t a good mother. I wanted to be. I tried to be. But I only knew as much as I learned, and what I learned wasn’t good.
My mother screamed, and hit, and hurt everyone in our home. Especially me. I was singled out for being the only girl. Given rules and expectations that didn’t apply to my brothers. Years later, I’d learn why.
Read MoreMy Mama wasn’t allowed to be a kid. At twelve she started working outside her family's home, but at six she had been instructed to work inside. The third of twelve children, there was little opportunity for her to go outside and play. She soon forgot what play was. I wanted to remind her by giving her a day to let her Inside Kid OUT at Wonderspaces.
We had lots of fun... exploring, laughing, until we didn't. An hour after smiling for the camera, we were arguing with each other.
Read More"I don't know, I feel silly. Maybe I shouldn't walk?"
"What do you mean? You've worked hard, you earned this."
"Yeah but, it's only my Associates."
Only?
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