“I had become a verb,” she tells me, stirring her coffee. We’re sitting in her living room, which is messier now than in the old photos—blankets piled on the couch, a half-finished puzzle on the table. “I wasn’t a person who mothered. I was mothering. Past tense of myself.”
That sentence became the title of Allison’s recovery. mutha magazine article allison
Who will do it?
Mutha knows you’re reading this while hiding in the bathroom. While the microwave beeps. While someone yells “MOM” from another room. While your own list of invisible labors grows longer by the second. “I had become a verb,” she tells me, stirring her coffee
“They needed a competent mother,” Allison says. “They didn’t need a dead one.” “I had become a verb