Revolutionary Mothering on Mother’s Day

From L to R: My maternal grandmother, my mom and my aunt in 1994.

“We can learn to mother ourselves…” ~Audre Lorde


The first time I realized my mother was not invincible, is the day my grandmother died. Something suddenly shifted in her Trinidadian-woman invincibility and even her innate charm and gift of gab could not hide that. I remember thinking, “who will mother my mother, now that her mother is gone?” Growing up in the 80s in…