This one’s for you mom.… Read More Tell Me A Story
In the end, does any of it really matter other than honoring the love you had.… Read More Just out of reach.
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.