When I agreed to talk to my mother again - a few years ago - she described my battles to protect my husband's esate as merely my inability to let go of things; making a big deal out of nothing; malingering in my neurosis. I have not talked to her since. Had I listened to her and given up - I would have lost everything and never would I have seen the kind of beauty that is here. .. It is her voice that continues to haunt me I think and possibly why I feel I have to yell to have my rights heard.
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Sometimes we all must yell for what we believe in!!!! A more worthy cause, I do not know of. Eric
absolutely. i hear you loud and clear. when i first started writing it seemed as if every poem, every short story, every essay was about trying to get my mother to love me. it is only recently--middle aged that i am--that i\'ve walked away from the closed door which is her and begun my own journey. devon
i know how u feel xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx