What is your favorite or not so favorite recollection about mother figures in your life?
Mothers are such polarizing figures: benign indifference to overprotective smothering.
I recently went on a retreat to Costa Rica, and a mother of one of my fellow travelers was not there physically but her daughter in her actions, choices, and conversations kept her alive. Molly did not like her mother. That sentence will be the hook in a short story.
Guilt and anger and rejection. The trifecta of feelings.