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Meg Robson Mahoney
Mother, May I?
Together we reasoned her slips away, but that couldn’t save the names of plants she’d known or the twists of plot in a book. This is not a story about dementia, but I can’t leave the dementia out. It played a role in how I caught my own reflection in the mirror of family.
Nominated for Best of the Net 2021; awarded Best Non-Fiction, Write on the Sound 2020
I’m a writer, currently working on a memoir about discovering that the silence and acquiescence I learned growing up female lay in wait to destroy my well-being and marriage. And about my fight to change.
I was a dancer, taught dance in public schools, and advocated for arts in education.
Recent forays into territories unknown have me cruising the waters of western Washington with my husband and occasionally seafaring cat.
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