Deborah Batterman knows what it is to be a mother. Her poignant collection of essays, "Because my name is mother" reveal the intricate and deeply complex relationships between mothers and daughters. Ms Batterman's adept use of poetic language and vivid imagery allows the reader to savor each phrase, like nursing a warm cup of tea on a cold, rainy day.
In "Gefilte Fish" Ms Batterman writes movingly of her attempt to carry on the Passover traditions of her mother who is dying in the hospital, "Keeping alive her ritual, we hoped, would sustain her. And us."
In "Making my Daughter's Bed" Ms Batterman describes the emotional bond a mother has with her adult daughter, and how she still craves to be needed, even though her daughter lives 3000 miles away, "My home does not need a dog as much as it needs a daughter."
Throughout her stories, Deborah Batterman's stirring descriptions capture the pure essence of the unconditional love that mothers and daughters share. Her honesty and humor are woven intricately through her words, making this lovely collection difficult to put down. I highly recommend it.