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Another Year
Today is the 11th anniversary of my mom’s death and I’ve been grieving extra hard. In the past, I haven’t used this day to grieve her more than any other day. I haven’t really needed to. For some reason, I woke… Continue reading
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How Has Sobriety Changed Me?
Dear Mom, Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about my sobriety. I’ve been wondering how getting sober changed me. In what ways did I blossom into a new person simply by putting down the bottle and clearing my head? And… Continue reading
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Last Words
Dear Mom, I write to you often about what I wish I could have told you before you died. All the thoughts I kept quiet. The secrets I kept hidden. The feelings I swallowed. I wonder, was there anything you… Continue reading
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Open, Honest, and Braless
Dear Mom, Sometimes I feel like I need to pinch myself. Like I’m living in a dream, and this can’t possibly be my life. Me, a mom? For real? A mom who looks forward to taking her kid to his… Continue reading
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The Simple Act of Hugging
Dear Mom, It’s summer in Los Angeles. The season of lounging by the pool for hours a day. Eating fresh melon, stone fruit, and grapes. Finding every excuse to read a good book. And procrastinating the big chores by scrolling… Continue reading
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Your Side of My Story
Dear Mom, A couple of months ago, I was gifted a magical book called The Book of Alchemy by Suleika Jaouad. You would have absolutely loved this gem of a book, the writer, and most definitely her musician husband. It breaks my… Continue reading
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Unwritten Letters
Dear Mom, Writing these letters to you has its ups and downs. Each week, usually every Sunday, I have terrible writer’s block and can’t come up with a topic to write about. The day I submit, I worry no one… Continue reading
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Am I the Body of My Dreams?
Dear Mom, It’s no secret that I’ve suffered with body image issues for the majority of my life. Long before I hit puberty, and my body changed in ways I despised, I hated my hair. I dreamt of having long… Continue reading
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Making Time
Dear Mom, Did you notice that I didn’t write to you last week? Were you waiting around, tapping your foot on whatever surface is available wherever you are? Do you even have a foot? Are you even aware of time?… Continue reading
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All Rolled Up Together
Dear Mom, I’m not entirely sure what day it is today. Feels like the last weeks have all morphed into one giant day like a dung beetle’s ball of poop. And yes, I just compared my life to the fecal… Continue reading
Sober Letters to Mom 