Tag: mother
Posted on January 7, 2021
by Jan Wilberg
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I’m in a stage of my life where I am wanting mothering to have been one of the things I’ve done but not the only thing or even, maybe, the most important thing. Part of my wanting to get out from under the mothering… Continue Reading “A Person in the World”
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Posted on July 22, 2016
by Jan Wilberg
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I wish I could ask my mother to dinner I wish she would stand in my kitchen I wish she would fold her arms and lean on the counter I wish she would watch me cook I wish she would set the table and… Continue Reading “Today’s Yearning”
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Posted on June 10, 2015
by Jan Wilberg
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This morning I wanted to remember Kahlil Gibran’s writing about children because I have been feeling lately like a life raft where all the people who were hanging on have swum away but they don’t want me to pull up anchor yet because they… Continue Reading “Finding the Words, the Beautiful Words”
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Posted on February 13, 2015
by Jan Wilberg
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I woke up in the night, found a pencil and wrote the words “I miss my mother’s things” on a receipt stuck in a book on my bedside table. What set me off was reading about one of General Custer’s subordinates, described as looking… Continue Reading “Where is Your Fine Hat?”
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Posted on November 13, 2014
by Jan Wilberg
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I’m in a stage of my life where I am wanting mothering to have been one of the things I’ve done but not the only thing or even, maybe, the most important thing. Part of my wanting to get out from under the mothering… Continue Reading “A Person in the World”
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Posted on July 31, 2014
by Jan Wilberg
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When your mother dies, you will take care of things. You’ll call her friends on the phone and tell them one by one that their friend has died. You will listen as they nod and wait for them to tell you stories about her… Continue Reading “When Your Mother Dies”
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Posted on April 30, 2014
by Jan Wilberg
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So this morning I knocked on the shower curtain so my husband would peek out and tell me if I looked okay. Heading to a day of big meetings, I wanted a good, “Wow, you look really sharp!” from him. I got this: “You… Continue Reading “My Little Book”
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Posted on January 30, 2014
by Jan Wilberg
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In the hottest part of the summer August when our lawn turns brown Unwatered and drier than sand My mother pulls weeds Working her way up one side And down the other of the gravel driveway Pulling each dandelion growing along the Edge of… Continue Reading “Wishing for More Weeds”
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Posted on October 23, 2013
by Jan Wilberg
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Every time I see my kids, I want to fix something. Give advice, make a plan, counsel, analyze, and assess. This is a habit that I am trying to break. There are easier things. Tonight, I had a plan to dash from my class… Continue Reading “Ms. Fix-It”
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Posted on October 5, 2013
by Jan Wilberg
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Showing up after ten years’ absence when your mother is ill with Alzheimer’s Disease and having her look at you and say, “I never thought I’d see you again,” and realizing that if you had waited, like you wanted to, for another six months… Continue Reading “At My Mother’s Knee”
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