Six Generations of First Born Women for Friday, June 13, 2003

Writing about my mother was worse than living with her. How to say something about that relationship that has some truth, some balance, without having ulterior motives. I do not love her. To try to tell why is a snake pit of twisted experience and convoluted thoughts. Feelings of hatred would often... Sign in to see full entry.

My mother was a fearful woman. I think what made her most afraid was me. She told me when I was a tot I'd throw tantrums. I'd lay down in the street and kick and scream at the top of my lungs. She would walk away and pretend she didn't know me. Control was the way my mother dealt with fear. As long... Sign in to see full entry.