Mom’s 80th in her church fellowship hall in Richmond, Texas
Thank you to our mothers for giving us birth – not a small feat, sometimes done under the most difficult circumstances – thank you for your daily sacrifices made on our behalf, for sharing our joys, sorrows, achievements, failures, dreams, fears…for being with us in sickness and health. We celebrate you if you are with us, and we honor your memory when you are gone.
Stay safe, stay sane and please stay tuned.
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About Sheila Morris
Sheila Morris is a personal historian, essayist with humorist tendencies, lesbian activist, truth seeker and speaker in the tradition of other female Texas storytellers including her paternal grandmother.
In December, 2017, the University of South Carolina Press published her collection of first-person accounts of a few of the people primarily responsible for the development of LGBTQ organizations in South Carolina. Southern Perspectives on the Queer Movement: Committed to Home will resonate with everyone interested in LGBTQ history in the South during the tumultuous times from the AIDS pandemic to marriage equality.
She has published five nonfiction books including two memoirs, an essay compilation and two collections of her favorite blogs from I'll Call It Like I See It. Her first book, Deep in the Heart: A Memoir of Love and Longing received a Golden Crown Literary Society Award in 2008. Her writings have been included in various anthologies - most recently the 2017 Saints and Sinners Literary Magazine. Her latest book, Four Ticket Ride, was released in January, 2019.
She is a displaced Texan living in South Carolina with her wife Teresa Williams and their dogs Spike, Charly and Carl. She is also Naynay to her two granddaughters Ella and Molly James who light up her life for real. Born in rural Grimes County, Texas in 1946 her Texas roots still run wide and deep.
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Your mother doesn’t have a wrinkle on her face! She looked great!
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Yes! She and her mother both had skin with no wrinkles when they died. Unfortunately, I have the DNA for wrinkles from my dad’s mother…sigh.
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How happy she is!
I wonder if I’ll ever move past our conflicted relationship to some sort of memory detente. Sigh…
Happy Mother’s Day to the women who contributed to who we became.
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Yes, Ann. Exactly. Sometimes we do reach a memory detente. Sigh. And our mothers did indeed contribute to who we became – perhaps in spite of them, perhaps because of them. Detente. Sigh again.
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What a lovely tribute to mothers. So many of us manage to mother in different ways, too.
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Absolutely.
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What a beautiful post, Sheila. She was a beautiful Lady😺Clean Pawkisses for a Happy Week ahead. Stay Safe Healty and Yourselfie🙏🐾😽💞
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