This Is A Dead Mom Essay

I wrote an essay about losing my mother on Autostraddle.

And so I screamed. I screamed for the woman who’d been my best friend. I screamed for the woman who will never sit beside me driving along Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore. And then I cried, calling for my mother while I drove with my hands in the ten-and-two position, keeping myself magnificently alive while I faced the fact that we would never live in the same time and space again, head on.

-“This Is A Dead Mom Essay

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