I'm Not Much Like My Mother; That

My Mother Never Liked Mother's Day. She Thought It Was A Fake Holiday Dreamed Up By Hallmark To Commodify Deep Sentiments That Couldn't Be Expressed With A Card.

Yet The Story Of Orpheus, It Occurs To Me, Is Not Just About The Desire Of The Living To Resuscitate The Dead But About The Ways In Which The Dead Drag Us Along Into Their Shadowy Realm Because We Cannot Let Them Go. So We Follow Them Into The Underworld, Descending, Descending, Until One Day We Turn And Make Our Way Back.

One Word I Had Throughout The First Year And A Half Of My Mother's Death Was 'unmoored.' I Felt That I Had No Anchor, That I Had No Home In The World.

There Is Always Tension In Women's Gymnastics Between Athleticism, Grace, Performance, And Eros.

I Believe In The Importance Of Individuality, But In The Midst Of Grief I Also Find Myself Wanting Connection - Wanting To Be Reminded That The Sadness I Feel Is Not Just Mine But Ours.