{"id":3680,"date":"2026-05-11T02:22:20","date_gmt":"2026-05-11T02:22:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/?p=3680"},"modified":"2026-05-11T02:22:20","modified_gmt":"2026-05-11T02:22:20","slug":"diaspora-of-affections","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/?p=3680","title":{"rendered":"Diaspora of Affections"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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Since nothing is ever complete, the poetry book I wrote about my mother,\u00a0Diaspora of Things,<\/em> seems like a light-sensitive print of where I was a few years ago.\u00a0\u00a0The relationship keeps evolving.\u00a0\u00a0The deeper I get into motherhood \u2013 all these years now! \u2013 the more I slide alongside her, intuiting her unsaid about joy, loss, \u201cannoying aspects of inevitable change,\u201d freedoms gained and realities of our limits.\u00a0\u00a0In strange morning dreams, so kitchen-sink and unsentimental, I\u2019m waking up to the twists that adult children exert on mothers, and how much I got away with!\u00a0\u00a0Doris had a taste for the radical, and more patience than I give her credit for.\u00a0\u00a0To the complexity and mystery of motherhood, and the sister-soul that walks along with us on our journey!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Painting by Eve Dora O’Shea<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Since nothing is ever complete, the poetry book I wrote about my mother,\u00a0Diaspora of Things, seems like a light-sensitive print of where I was a few years ago.\u00a0\u00a0The relationship keeps evolving.\u00a0\u00a0The deeper I get into motherhood \u2013 all these years … Continue reading →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[631,1759,1668,1760,669,852,1761,138],"class_list":["post-3680","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-aging","tag-chapbook","tag-diaspora-of-things","tag-family-relationship","tag-mother-daughter","tag-mothers-day","tag-mothering","tag-poetry"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4D5qU-Xm","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3680","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3680"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3680\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3686,"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3680\/revisions\/3686"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3680"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3680"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3680"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}