I don’t remember what your favorite color was. I don’t know that I ever knew. But I do remember the day we shared raspberry popsicles that
Tag: motherhood
Morning Rush Hour
Mornings are chaotic, loud, controlled pandemonium. Mom has to get four children ready before the school bus arrives. If we miss the bus, it’s over an
That Damn Pendulum
I recently binge watched the first few episodes of Hulu’s The Handmaid’s Tale. Margaret Atwood’s dystopian novel (on which this bold new mini-series is based) was
An (Un)Easy Solution
I remember the call from my son’s therapist. Julian had recently turned 19, and had been in residential psychiatric treatment for a month. His therapist
How To Answer The Question
“Do you have children?” It’s kind of personal, even intimate, isn’t it? These days there are so many who choose to not have children at all, or people who struggle to have children, or people who have suffered the loss of a child. Can’t we lean into conversation with a new acquaintance with a little more imagination and elegance?
Not “Heartbroken”
[Author’s Note: When a loved one dies by suicide – in my case, my only child – there really isn’t a word that touches the
Diary Of A Mother In Postpartum Hell
[Author’s Note: I experienced horrible postpartum depression during Julian’s first months of life and my first months as a mother. No one can say for
"A NEW NORMAL" by Celenia Delsol (c) 2022 