Not a sentimental Mother’s Day post

A tribute to the matriarchs who taught me how not to get pregnant

This is my first Mother’s Day in her physical form. I do not feel deeper in my grief today than I might on any given one since she died unexpectedly last September. My mom, Lynn, was smart, funny, kind and beautiful; sparkly, brave and forgiving. Sometimes we were deeply connected, other times, we weren’t. Lynn thought Mother’s Day was all Hallmark and didn’t take it seriously but as a kid, I still made her cards, coupons and attempts at…