When writer Laraine Herring found herself heading toward menopause, she realized she was at a loss she had no stories from her mother or grandmothers, no knowledge of what was to come. So she went out looking for answers.
by China Martens
I want to send my sympathy this Mother’s Day, for the lives lost during the pandemic this last year, as well as in earlier years. I cannot see this Mother’s Day as anything but a day of mourning. The fact that I was able to share air with my only daughter, just last week, after so many months of socially distancing, now seems the greatest privilege of all. My heart goes out, as a single mother of one child, to all those who have lost loved ones.
We have been separated from each other. There is so little middle ground. Sheltering in place alone, I have seen racist killings by the police occur in the news, on social media, coming up often with great shock and emotion, over and over. I have also known of five deaths of grown adult children in my circle of friends, three of them in the