This article first appeared on The Montague Reporter,
under my monthly column called “The Life and Times of an Indie Mama”
I became a single mother when my child was 3 months old. And even though my child’s father and I have worked hard to transition to harmonious co-parenting, those first few months were hard. The safety I felt being part of a nuclear family dissipated, and I was left to navigate the world of single parenthood without much guidance.
I crowned myself, so to speak, as the director of a festival. It took guts and grit. I didn’t do it to steal the spotlight. Far from it. I did it to make sure the spotlight was shining on the right people.
Here is what I know about my great-grandmother: she always wore red lipstick; when she was a young woman, she left her home to resettle up north; she married an Italian artist and gave birth to 12 children; and despite the chaos that must have been her life, she embraced it with sweetness and kindness.