We can’t go back.
We can’t go back. For some of us, myself included, we don’t want to. We are caught between the opposing needs of those we love but we look forward for them.… Read More We can’t go back.
A Different Sort of Listening
I love when they share these views of the world with me. Moments that they verbalize something in a way that I’ve never heard before. As my son put it, “We have a different sort of listening.”… Read More A Different Sort of Listening
Mourning
This is the mysterious truth of the love I have for my mother. I don’t need to paint her as a hero for her to deserve my love anymore than I need to enjoy turkey on Thanksgiving to make others feel better about their crappy holiday.… Read More Mourning
Pretty pictures.
Photos are for those we leave behind because someday all they’ll have of us are those memories.… Read More Pretty pictures.
You can have my sorries.
Honoring the fallen or those we’ve lost doesn’t mean that they are less deserving of our love or tribute because they’re flawed.… Read More You can have my sorries.
Safe Harbor
She was a complicated woman that loved me and supported my choices even when she disagreed with me.… Read More Safe Harbor
Tell Me A Story
This one’s for you mom.… Read More Tell Me A Story
Returning to Life
The world betrays the dead by continuing on without them.
Someday
We’re collectively reeling from losses and holding our breath for the measure of the sum which is yet to come to pass.
We’re waiting for someday.… Read More Someday
Just out of reach.
In the end, does any of it really matter other than honoring the love you had.… Read More Just out of reach.
Politely Defiant 
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