Single-Minded: Peer Pressure

Pouring libations and uttering "ashe" with a bunch of touchy-feely folks is so not my thing. But my mother has a way of getting me to love things I don't want to love.

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Somehow I’d gotten through the entire day free of my usual sarcasm and nonchalance. Mainly because everyone else was doing it, and I’m a sucker for peer pressure. But mostly because I recognized that my mother is so much more than just a guest star in my life. She needed to be recognized as a series regular. “Your work isn’t finished,” I said, pouring water over her hands. She squeezed my fingers and nodded, giving me the gift I didn’t realize I needed until that moment.

Helena Andrews is a regular contributor to The Root and author of Bitch Is the New Black, a memoir in essays. Follow her on Twitter.

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