Motherlands

Mothers and belonging

When my mother died, I didn’t really cry. I leaked a few tears a handful of times, but the torrent of grief that I’d always imagined would descend on me – and which I’d always dreaded – didn’t come at all. She died in October last year, and I’m still trying to make sense of the fact that my dominant emotion wasn’t grief at all, but relief.

Part of my dis…