Weather mom
Tiny Memoir #4
On school mornings we watched the weather channel. We had to leave at 5am to catch a bus, waking mom was a sin, so we walked in socks to the pantry where there was a small TV, shaped like a shoe box. At night my dad watched sports there. The pantry held powdered drinks, cereal, or nothing. We were quiet, turned the weather lady way down, but I remember how she was always smiling, perky and blonde with red lips like a mom I would pick. She always said at the end “it’s such a beautiful day. Be happy, I love you,” then she’d wave. And I believed her. Like she was a real mom, warm-hugging me out the door.
Thomasin says: “I’m a writer, singer, teacher in Baltimore. I’ve taught music, and women/gender studies at Goucher College, and now teach teens in southwest Baltimore. I’ve recently appeared in Thimble Literary Journal, Ekphrastic Review, Yellow Arrow Journal (Kindling), Yellow Arrow Vignette (online August 2025). I play drums for fun, and share space with 2 cats, 1 dog, 82 plants. I’ve just forayed into micro prose and memoirs over the summer. Thanks for reading.”
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"like she was a real mom" There is a lot to unpack in this Tiny Memoir from Thomasin.
Congrats Thomasin! A powerful touching piece, you perfected 'saying something without actually saying it' 💓🙌🙏