Yoga

Welp, another Mother’s Day is upon us, and another year, that I’m not a Mother.  Sometimes, it feels like Mother’s Day is here to taunt me, and remind me that my dreams are still at large. My grandmother passed away when my mother was only 5 years old.  One Mother’s Day when she was still a young child, she went to Sunday Mass where they were giving out white carnations to the children to give to their mothers. They gave my mother a carnation, and then an adult from the Church came and snatched it away from her saying, “You …