A writer honors her mother on her 80th birthday.
It’s your smile that calls me back. Your smile and those eyes, brown and trusting, now grown-up, they’ve seen it all, a mom gone on the bathroom floor, your pink …
We want our daughters to be confident. We want them to feel strong. To feel bright. To feel capable.
By Gillian Kessler. You were gone at dawn, gone to save lives, run the show.
By Gililan Kessler. The only physical activity I've been really confident about for most of my life has been dancing.
A poem from a daughter to her mother.
Poem: mom and daughter work and grow together in the garden.
“The day is a woman who loves you.”
By Gillian Kessler. He is all elemental, stick and strength, born of my strong body, his muscles rest in mine.
A poem by Gillian Kessler.