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
Photos are for those we leave behind because someday all they’ll have of us are those memories.… Read More Pretty pictures.
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.
She was a complicated woman that loved me and supported my choices even when she disagreed with me.… Read More Safe Harbor
This one’s for you mom.… Read More Tell Me A Story
The world betrays the dead by continuing on without them.
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
In the end, does any of it really matter other than honoring the love you had.… Read More Just out of reach.
My kids and I were watching “The Croods” movie for the millionth time together recently and the line “Never not be afraid” struck me as sadly appropriate for our era. We made jokes about how being in lockdown wasn’t too far off from pretending to be the Croods. How leaving our “cave” equals risking harm.… Read More Never Not Be Afraid
It felt wrong to marvel at the feel of my mom’s hair in my hand as she lay dying. One of my sisters had buzzed her hair down to a quarter of an inch the month before at my mother’s request. I was expecting that it would have grown but it hadn’t. It was white,… Read More The other side of birth.