sometimes when thinking on my mother, i liken our relationship to looking in a mirror. we are both simultaneously the onlooker and the reflection. i internally denote it as a funhouse mirror. the reflection doesn't show my true self - it shows a distortion - and that distortion is her.
when you write about demeter and persephone, i feel very much the same way. an interesting piece of media that brings out similar feelings that i harbor is the movie dumbo. mrs. jumbo's ferocious love of dumbo was something i felt i never had, so watching that movie is difficult for me even still.
i find the connection of dumbo, a movie about circus animals, and my depiction of a funhouse mirror, like from a carnival, interesting as i type this. there are probably some parallels there that i can't quite comment on or decipher yet.
overall, a good and inspiring read! i look forward to reading more of your work. :)
This is so lovely, Hannah. Obviously you know I have my own troubles with my mother and the curse of her anxiety. It's a tough road--you have done beautifully!
i don't really have any words, just happy and grateful that you're writing and i get to read it
you’re too kind!!! appreciate you so so much thank you for reading <3 <3
incredible and heart-wrenching and relatable - thank you for sharing this!
thank you for reading!! <3 <3
your ridiculous… ridiculously talented <3
thank youuu 🫶🏼
This is so sensitive and beautiful :)
thank you!! <3
spellbinding. thank you for being so vulnerable about mother-daughter resentment and trauma
thank you for reading! <3
This speaks so deeply to someone close to me and I feel like I understand them more through this honest and beautiful post! Thank you
thank you for reading! I’m so happy to hear it made you feel closer to someone <3
this is a truly poignant and yet soul-feeding piece of writing, thank you for sharing!
ah thank you!! and thank you for reading! <3
this is a beautiful read! i relate very deeply.
sometimes when thinking on my mother, i liken our relationship to looking in a mirror. we are both simultaneously the onlooker and the reflection. i internally denote it as a funhouse mirror. the reflection doesn't show my true self - it shows a distortion - and that distortion is her.
when you write about demeter and persephone, i feel very much the same way. an interesting piece of media that brings out similar feelings that i harbor is the movie dumbo. mrs. jumbo's ferocious love of dumbo was something i felt i never had, so watching that movie is difficult for me even still.
i find the connection of dumbo, a movie about circus animals, and my depiction of a funhouse mirror, like from a carnival, interesting as i type this. there are probably some parallels there that i can't quite comment on or decipher yet.
overall, a good and inspiring read! i look forward to reading more of your work. :)
thank you!! I’m glad it resonated. I think a lot of daughters are reflections of their mothers just sometimes in vastly different ways.
I haven’t seen dumbo in such a long time, I’ll have to rewatch it with this in mind. thanks again!! <3
amazing. brilliant! wow!
thank you!!! <3
This is so beautifully written. Thank you a ton for sharing these words so I had the chance to read them and never forget them.
thank you for reading and for your kind words! appreciate you <3
Thank you so much for this.
thank you for reading!
This is so lovely, Hannah. Obviously you know I have my own troubles with my mother and the curse of her anxiety. It's a tough road--you have done beautifully!
thank you!! & thanks for reading <3