Photos are for those we leave behind because someday all they’ll have of us are those memories.… Read More Pretty pictures.
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.