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REFLECTION: Trees Make Exemplary Mothers, by Diana Beresford-Kroeger

From The Global Forest OH MOTHER, DEAR The mothering instinct comes naturally to a tree.  Trees are like warm-blooded mammals that will protect their offspring, in some instances to the death.  But the...

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POETRY: Mothers. Grandmothers. Women., by Marian Wright Edelman (with a quote...

Mothers. Grandmothers. Women. We have so much work to do. So many mothers and infant lives to save. So many child dreams to realize and hopes to nourish and protect. Our countries and a common world to...

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POETRY: Letters To Mama From Cottonwood, by Lynn Doiron

HOUSE THE COLOR OF CHOCOLATE 1 After noon on Sunday, Mama: delicious sounds— a splat of apple against the wall, your shusch! of Dad’s teen brother’s almost-got-you guffaws. Delicious sights— Curl of...

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POETRY: The Hammock, by Li-Young Lee

When I lay my head in my mother’s lap I think how day hides the star, the way I lay hidden once, waiting inside my mother’s singing to herself. And I remember how she carried me on her back between...

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STATIONS OF THE CROSS: Fourth Station — Jesus Christ Is Met By His Mother, by...

From The Path of Eternal Wisdom, written under the pseudonym, John Cordelier The Eternal Wisdom Encounters Human Love It is surely humanity’s most poignant moment when the best that it has produced...

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POETRY: Why I Never Answered Your Letter, by Nancy Willard

It’s true I make books, but not often Mostly I am always feeding someone, nine cats whose tails flag me down each morning and who know a soft touch when they feel one, and who write on my door in...

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PRAYER: Prayer For My Mother, by Jean Mahoney

at 83 years old Spirit of the trees move like soft wind over my mother’s face tonight. Spirit of the ocean the goddess of warm water bathe my mother’s back with the ebb and flow of peace. Spirit of the...

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MOTHERHOOD: Johnella LaRose, 50, speaks to her daughter, Kasima Kinlichiinii, 22

From Mom: A Celebration of Mothers from Storycorps Johnella LaRose: I had two children and I was three months pregnant with you, Kasima, when your dad left.  And I remember thinking, Now what am I...

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MOTHERHOOD: One Mean Mennonite Mama — A Pacifist Parent Faces Her Anger, by...

From Christian Peace and Nonviolence I did something not long ago that I’ve always claimed I’d never do: I spanked my child.  Not only did I spank him, but I did it in a moment of complete, unfettered...

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POETRY: Transcendence, by Laura Wine Paster

for Naomi This small creature, with her familiar-smelling flesh (flesh that is not metaphor, that is comparable to nothing, not the down beneath a duckling’s wing not the petal of a newly opened rose...

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POETRY: Bite Me, by Beth Ann Fennelly

You who are all clichés of babysoft crawl to my rocking chair, pull up on my knees, lift your delicate finger to the silver balloon from your first birthday, open your warm red mouth and let float your...

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MOTHERHOOD: Extenuating Circumstances, by Joyce Carol Oates

From The Ontario Review Because it was a mercy. Because God even in His cruelty will sometimes grant mercy. Because Venus was in the sign of Sagittarius. Because you laughed at me, my faith in the...

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SATURDAY READING: The Shawl, by Cynthia Ozick

From The New Yorker Stella, cold, cold, the coldness of hell.  How they walked on the roads together, Rosa with Magda curled up between sore breasts, Magda wound up in the shawl.  Sometimes Stella...

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