There was a moment in the first few months of my son’s life when I caught a glimpse of perspective about my sleep-deprived desperation. I remember it as the middle of the night, but it might have been the middle of the afternoon—the black garbage bags we had duct-taped in a patchwork quilt of gloom over each of our…
If my mom wasn’t my mom, I’d be convinced she spent her childhood as a character from an iconic, subtly bizarre kid’s book—like Meg from A Wrinkle in Time, though instead of zipping through space via tesseract, my mother was inventing complicated melodrama about the personal lives of the trees that lined her block.
When Carrie Fisher died in December 2016, the world lost a great wit, searing memoirist, and kickass space Princess. But Billie Lourd lost a mother, and on Mother’s Day, the actor posted an Instagram photo remembering Fisher.
We love our moms because we love America, the president reminded us today in a very special message:
When faced with a task that is either unpleasant, tiresome, strenuous, or mentally taxing in any way, I repeat to myself a mantra of sorts. It’s a phrase that floats in the back of my head that has informed my general outlook, and one that, at first blush, is rather bleak: “If I die, I die.”
Deep in our nation’s capital, Mike Pence and his mother/wife/partner in God’s warm light, Karen, are standing in front of a giant cross, hands reaching towards each other, a respectable 4 to 5 inches of space between their flesh. “Happy Mother’s Day, Mother,” Pence whispers.
On Mother’s Day, there’s nothing better than a heartfelt card to celebrate all the hard work our moms have done for us. And boy, there are a lot to choose from! There are cards to make her laugh, cards to make her cry, cards that trash her shitty husband for not doing chores, and cards that encourage her to drink…
Mother’s Day, a Sunday, is a wonderful opportunity to take in cinema. All the better if it’s thematically appropriate.
Not one to overlook opportunity, director Darren Aronofsky unveiled the first poster for his upcoming film, Mother!, on—but of course—Mother’s Day. Featuring a waxen-faced, vestal Jennifer Lawrence, the image grinds against the maudlin conventions of the day. Take a quick look, and you’ll see why.
I did not handle Donald Trump’s victory well.
I went to New York to interview for a job on HLN’s Nancy Grace in September of 2008, fewer than 48 hours after my mother’s funeral. When I tell people that, they always widen their eyes. I can tell what they want to ask me: “So your mom’s funeral wasn’t even the worst day of that week?”
According to Hallmark, a company whose greeting card statistics I trust, 113 million Mother’s Day cards are sent every year. According to my mother, a woman whose opinions on Mother’s Day I trust, the best Mother’s Day gift is a handwritten card. So if you are one of the 113 million Americans who plans on sending a…
Most moms are content to spend Mother’s Day being doted on by their well-meaning families: The sloppily-served eggs in bed, the unintelligible drawings, the poems with rhymes so tortured you can hear them scream.
The last time my mother and I had an actual conversation was on Mother’s Day 2014, when she told me that I shouldn’t have bothered calling her. Switching between Russian and heavily accented English, she said it was insulting for me to wish her well on this holiday when I hadn’t done anything to make her a happy…
Those of you celebrating Mother’s Day this weekend are probably spending today finalizing plans for a delightful Sunday brunch, crossing your fingers in the hopes that your card arrives on time, or setting a reminder on your phone so that you don’t forget to call.
Mother’s Day, the unfathomably bad new ensemble comedy by Garry Marshall, ends with a blooper reel. It’s not a particularly good blooper reel, but there is one great moment—perhaps the only good moment of the entire film. In it, Julia Roberts is seen in character (complete with that hideous wig) staring out the window…
Julia Roberts wears a wig in Mother’s Day, the latest in a string of avant-garde films from famed director Garry Marshall. But the unholy bob atop her head is not a new wig plucked from a discount hair emporium shortly before filming. It is an old wig. In fact, it is a wig Roberts herself has worn before.