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.
She was a complicated woman that loved me and supported my choices even when she disagreed with me.… Read More Safe Harbor
The world betrays the dead by continuing on without them.
I am sick of pandemic living. I’m sick of wearing a mask. I have dreams about hugging people. I had a dream of eating a resplendent meal, indoors, in a restaurant and woke crying. Then I reminded myself that at least I had food on our shelves, a roof over our heads, and we are… Read More Unpaid and unseen.
We always live on in people’s memories of us. To be truly loved is to be remembered.… Read More Shadows and the sweet
Out of all the mysteries in life there are four that never cease to fascinate me: the human brain, what happens after death, the purpose of life, and all the people that I wonder, “What the &$#@ were they thinking?”… Read More What the &$#@ were they thinking?
So often it can be maddening and seem impossible to slow down enough to see things from their perspective yet, when I force myself to do so, I rarely regret the decision.… Read More Learning the kaleidoscope.
The magic of humor, or snow, can save us all.… Read More Snowgasm
Everyone needs to vote. Each vote needs to count. Everyone deserves equal rights. There is no compromise over these three truths.… Read More Shadows and votes that go bump in the dark.
Politely Defiant 
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