talking through tears

she read my blog. i knew the instant i heard her tear-soaked words say, "call me"...the voice so very much like my own. i cried too...this morning in the shower thinking back to our conversation. but they were happy tears...cleansing tears...things are going to be better tears. i am hoping...no i am certain...this is a beginning.



"Whether our relationship is strained or easy, hostile or amiable, we need [our mother] if only in memory or fantasy, to conjugate our history, validate our femaleness, and guide our way. We need to know she’s there if we stumble, to love us no matter what, to nurture the child that resides within us even now without infantalizing us."-Victoria Secunda