Writing about my mother here, has brought us closer. She comes into me as intimately as I was once in her. Sometimes its unnerving. I feel her and must reach for something to hold on to, to stabilize my balance. I think its my mother. Could be the motorhead.
“Mid-January in these northern prairies, its deathly cold. There must be frank hardship for the select few and all the wannabes living close as possible to their backcountry guru.“
Yeah! People gotta be tough to live in a trailer in this weather!
Such a harsh life...but at least someone is baking high end Michelin star European style cakes for the weekly parties for the “family” and the inner circle special wannabes.
Wrote a short note about my long gone mother the other day: She was angry a moment to long and couldn't finish a loving repentance but she was able to laugh with the comics. She was such a sarcastic whack, laughter's are big bond, I'd duck when she went off on a rant or dance. At least I think its my mother. Could be Alfred E. Nueman.
" Enbrained" ! Love that word !! Wonderful writing Jess. As always, hitting the nail on the Motorhead !
Ha!!
“Mid-January in these northern prairies, its deathly cold. There must be frank hardship for the select few and all the wannabes living close as possible to their backcountry guru.“
Yeah! People gotta be tough to live in a trailer in this weather!
Such a harsh life...but at least someone is baking high end Michelin star European style cakes for the weekly parties for the “family” and the inner circle special wannabes.
Keep writing Jess!
This real and true perspective needs a voice.
✨⭐️✨🦋
Wrote a short note about my long gone mother the other day: She was angry a moment to long and couldn't finish a loving repentance but she was able to laugh with the comics. She was such a sarcastic whack, laughter's are big bond, I'd duck when she went off on a rant or dance. At least I think its my mother. Could be Alfred E. Nueman.