In this column, Kristen Mulrooney writes letters to famous mothers from literature, TV, and film whom she finds herself relating to on a different level now that she’s a mom herself.
Dear Lorelai,
I come to you today on my hands and knees, begging for advice. I will give you anything in exchange for a couple of morsels of wisdom. What do you want in return? A skinny scarf? A cherry Danish? Coffee? Do you want a coffee? I can get you some coffee.
I’m writing to you, Lorelai Gilmore, because you and I have something in common. No, I wasn’t a teen mom, and my parents weren’t rich, and this might make you choke on your Jujubes, but I don’t even like to talk that much.
What I am is a woman who doesn’t have a relationship with my mother, and I am raising daughters. I am an under-mothered mother raising daughters, and I need you to tell me how to do that.


