The regular Sunday afternoon phone calls to my mother ended just over a year ago. Mom passed last March. Years before, my parents retired and moved a thousand miles away from Chicago. I called on Father’s Day and Mother’s Day. These phone conversations and the many others had an endearing sameness to them When I…
There once was an XX who named itself YY, (Being gender fluid made her mother cry), Then YY had a baby, And was no longer gender hazy, Mother’s Day and Joy made her cry. © Jennifer A. Johnson, 2017, All Rights Reserved Added 5-16-2017: You won’t find this in a…
When Janet first saw Dashawna, Dashawna was walking up the front sidewalk to the apartment building gripping a baby carrier in her left hand, a diaper bag in her right hand and over her right shoulder was slung a large bulging sack which seemed to stabilize her mid-step. The apartment building complex where Janet and…
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