Friday, June 17, 2022

That Girl

When I was that girl, I had a mother, a grandmother, and a great-grandmother.

I sat on my grandmother's lap as I blew out the candles on the cake my mother made for my thirteenth birthday. 

One month ago, I was a mother and a daughter.

Today I am only a mother. My daughter is only a daughter.

The matrilineal line is lonely these days.






Creating Space: Three Months of Showing Up for What's Showing Up is a daily writing practice.

Katherine Cartwright has been blogging since 2012, and each year brings new wonders. She asks big questions of the small things in life.

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