Reading her mother's diary years after she died, finally created a bond with the woman who had, after all, really loved her When my mother died in 2004, three months after my father, I was convinced they'd hatched a plot to disappear on yet another unaffordable fancy cruise. In their 57 years together, they'd never spent more than two weeks apart and had formed a united front, guarding family secrets and dishing out corporal punishment. As I was the eldest child, they had appointed me as joint ...
I wasn't the daughter she wanted and she wasn't the mother I needed
The Guardian - 23 Apr 2016 07:15
Reading her mother's diary years after she died, finally created a bond with the woman who had, after all, really loved her When my mother died in 2004, three months after my father, I was convinced they'd hatched a plot to disappear on yet another unaffordable fancy cruise. In their 57 years together, they'd never spent more than two weeks apart and had formed a united front, guarding family secrets and dishing out corporal punishment. As I was the eldest child, they had appointed me as joint ...
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