by Laura Lentz | Dec 4, 2021 | EPIGENETICS: Mothers, Fathers & Ancestors, I AM THE HERO OF MY JOURNEY, LOVE & SEXUALITY
I could tell you I loved him, but that would be a lie. I could tell you my parents asked me not to marry so young, that they wanted me to get an education and travel and know myself first. but that would be another lie. We were in my childhood kitchen that always...
by Laura Lentz | Dec 4, 2021 | EPIGENETICS: Mothers, Fathers & Ancestors, LOVE & SEXUALITY
This is for you and all our writers and readers who know words will call them home. The poem is unfinished and untitled, just like my relationship to my deceased marmi. It’s never too late to explore the all of our mamas: I know how long you have been waiting...
by Laura Lentz | Nov 13, 2021 | EPIGENETICS: Mothers, Fathers & Ancestors, OXYGEN: Poetry for Survival & Thriving
For five years my mother couldn’t get pregnant. Being pregnant was fashionable in the late fifties, Having a home and a husband and dinner every night with meat, a starch and a canned vegetable was in vogue. Having babies was fashionable, like purses that exactly...
by Laura Lentz | Oct 23, 2021 | EPIGENETICS: Mothers, Fathers & Ancestors, OXYGEN: Poetry for Survival & Thriving
It happens like this. – one day you believe in Santa Claus, that he’s an old, fat but happy man living with reindeer and tiny men that love hammers and nails, building things just for you, never mind the other children in other countries that don’t even have...
by Laura Lentz | Aug 24, 2021 | EPIGENETICS: Mothers, Fathers & Ancestors, I AM THE HERO OF MY JOURNEY
I have a situation in my family that has resulted in me having my grandchildren more than usual for the last sixty days. It’s been both a blessing and a challenge, because I am neither retired nor lacking in direction for this phase of my life, nor did I have...
by Laura Lentz | Jul 19, 2021 | EPIGENETICS: Mothers, Fathers & Ancestors, OXYGEN: Poetry for Survival & Thriving
A few weeks before my father died, my mother made him a Valentine. She was in late stage dementia, on another floor of the same hospital. A nurse brought her to my father’s room to give him the card, to a man who was quickly running out of minutes. My mother said to...
