None for the Birds

Published in Pank magazine’s blog as part of the Pictures of You series, March 30, 2015.

My mother, my brother, and my aunt

Mothering didn’t come easy to us—not to my mother, not to me. Surely there are women who slip into that role with the ease of sword into sheath. Surely there are women for whom discarding their earlier selves was a battle early won. Not us though. Perhaps it is wrong of me to say that. Perhaps it is more accurate to say we discovered, in our own ways, that lullabies were just one kind of song.