Trying to avoid Mother’s Day is like trying to avoid air. I was desperate to find a way to coexist among those who were able to celebrate their mothers
I logged into my social media feed on a cold, midwestern spring morning and was greeted with a post by a major magazine. It was a link to 30 Mother’s Day songs that, the article claimed, “will tug at her heart strings”.
Being a daughter who has, despite supreme effort, only managed to tug at her own mother’s heart strings in all the wrong ways, I decided against reading it. The last thing I needed was another gushing reminder of the relationship that evolution and society say I’m supposed to have, but do not.