I’m honored to be up at Mamalode with an essay exploring the thorny terrain of birthdays after Hudson’s death. Thanks for reading and sharing.
“Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!” My son shouted the word over and over again as he ran across the porch of his preschool towards me. Sometimes, this incessant repetition will provoke an automatic biological response that many mothers know well: stomach… Continue Reading →