Mother's Day

Please Send Money: A thank you note to mothers who love us at our most unlovable

As my senior year of college was ending, I was living in the height of proverbial college excess. I overslept and missed good portions of my morning classes (or skipped them altogether) to stay hunkered in the dark, dank garage apartment I shared with my boyfriend. Mike was a musician—tattooed, pierced and not at all interested in any form of adulthood.

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