tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909148405345235236.post4710401040356915726..comments2023-11-03T09:36:55.679-04:00Comments on just eat it: Are You My Mother?michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09861251743062824891noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909148405345235236.post-30402998328062582292009-06-06T23:09:17.946-04:002009-06-06T23:09:17.946-04:00Came by way of Kori's recommendation; she pick...Came by way of Kori's recommendation; she picked a gem. It's nice to meet you :)<br /><br />I can relate to your post on one level, because my mom had nine kids, one alcoholic husband, and has never been comfortable with intimacy, though in all other respects, she is a wonderful mom. Thank you for sharing your story and your writing talent. Beautiful post.Mrs4444https://www.blogger.com/profile/06426176094895489541noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909148405345235236.post-50472946274174859142009-06-05T11:20:57.870-04:002009-06-05T11:20:57.870-04:00I called my sister Kathy telling her she HAD to re...I called my sister Kathy telling her she HAD to read this.<br /><br />This touches me on so many levels...<br />I fully relate to the mom you speak of<br />and it is so interesting, as adults, to get that peak back into time<br />the end of the block was just a place to play with chalk and ride bikes<br />never knew what REALLY was going on behind closed doors<br />or what WASN'T going on<br />in both of our cases<br /><br />I have a thing for birds...<br />almost bought a canary this week (too damn loud)<br />that nest of yours is so beautiful<br />and I am not speaking of the one in the tree<br /><br />thanks for opening your door and letting me peak inside!Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15985522830610197074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909148405345235236.post-150417845509921042009-06-04T13:53:11.849-04:002009-06-04T13:53:11.849-04:00I've found my way to you (and to your sister!)...I've found my way to you (and to your sister!) via Laura and Piece of Cake. And todays post made me all teary. Not because I was saddened that your mama wasn't an affectionate woman, but because I was touched by your ability to find the love in her simple gestures and acts of sharing, and see that things were hard for her, probably in ways you can never even know. Thanks for sharing!gretchenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00952840544630534206noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909148405345235236.post-22801224972965679822009-06-04T12:16:25.293-04:002009-06-04T12:16:25.293-04:00Ms. Moon: Adrienne and I ARE sisters. She sent me ...Ms. Moon: Adrienne and I ARE sisters. She sent me the link to your chicken condo...I told her your posts reminded me of our Granny's letters (although much more funny and well written) (and you're not old enough to be our Granny)...I dunno...think we're feeling a connection...maybe you dreamed us right into your world...not at all a bad place to be...quite lovely in fact<br /><br />Kori: you are more than welcome to swear away in your comments...I have quite a potty mouth myself. Thanks for the complimentmichellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09861251743062824891noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909148405345235236.post-73310612473591722362009-06-04T10:43:08.010-04:002009-06-04T10:43:08.010-04:00Thank you for stopping by MY blog today; and since...Thank you for stopping by MY blog today; and since I don't know you yet weel enough to know if I can swear on your blog, may I just say that already I am hooked because your words kick some serious effing butt?Korihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17523892197119604721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909148405345235236.post-74659964084130721442009-06-04T08:53:29.427-04:002009-06-04T08:53:29.427-04:00It's funny. I honestly think I dreamed of you ...It's funny. I honestly think I dreamed of you and your sister (are you really sisters?) a few months ago. The dreams were so vivid I told a friend about them. <br />Could we be related? <br />Well, of course. We all are if you go back far enough.Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909148405345235236.post-24293000508832058052009-06-03T22:52:33.153-04:002009-06-03T22:52:33.153-04:00p.s. really nice prose and pics.p.s. really nice prose and pics.adriennehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17981984403481555118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909148405345235236.post-9593421506162806462009-06-03T22:50:47.659-04:002009-06-03T22:50:47.659-04:00meesh...
she must have done SOMETHING right, beca...meesh...<br /><br />she must have done SOMETHING right, because here we are loving our babies up like nobody's business.<br /><br />p.s. i think a cotton swab inside ms. moon's cheek might have her being a second cousin once removed...adriennehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17981984403481555118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909148405345235236.post-3321483724948749772009-06-03T22:46:51.073-04:002009-06-03T22:46:51.073-04:00See- I don't remember my mama touching me at a...See- I don't remember my mama touching me at all, although I know she must have. But I remember the cardinals making their nest right outside our kitchen window. She was so happy about that. She still talks about it, forty years later. "Do you remember...?"<br />Why was it so hard for our mamas to touch us and so hard for us not to touch our babies every minute of every day and cradle them up to us at night?<br />What happened?<br />Why?Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2909148405345235236.post-23471203978717354512009-06-03T22:41:28.026-04:002009-06-03T22:41:28.026-04:00i just broke out in goosebumps...
xo
ji just broke out in goosebumps...<br />xo<br />jAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com