Mary Mott's Podcasts

I will linger. Making myself stay until I really see.

Because I know that if I really see, I will have that to carry with me.

Life changes on a dime.

I’m on vacation.

It’s September.

I came now because I knew that the world had returned to its post summer routines.

But I have not returned to these things.

I’m on vacation.

Extending the summer. It’s too short.

I have lost touch with being female.

Her. She.

I’m not sure how you hold onto that over a lifetime.

When I was a child, there were tools.

Dolls. Pink chalk. Crinolines.