F*** Mother's Day
A Reflection on the Complexities of Mother's Day
Tonight I sat among friends at what we unabashedly called our "Fuck Mother's Day" party. Hard seltzer cans hissed open against the backdrop of knowing laughter. The kind that comes from shared wounds finally given voice. Some of my other friends asked why we would gather under such a provocative banner, and I realized then how much I had taken for grant…
