We didn’t do much when I was a kid. My Mother, my only parent had much to do in the course of the day. By the time the evening rolled around, exhausted she would collapse on the couch to watch television with me. Most of my earliest memories of my Mother include us on the… Continue reading Gilmore Girls, my Mother, and Grief
Dear Mom, It’s been seven years since the last Mother’s Day we had together. I remember bringing you a box of Godiva Chocolates, that I knew you would be too sick to eat. I didn’t know what to get you, I just wanted it to be a normal day. We all knew you were dying,… Continue reading A Letter To My Mom For Mother's Day
Yesterday, my children’s grandmother passed away.
I had a lot of fears, fear of flying, spiders (all bugs honestly), germs, dirt, the unknown and the list would go on and on. It would honestly take me two pages to list all the stuff I was afraid of happening. When I got married and became a mom, I took on more fears.… Continue reading My Neighbor
August 28th, my mother would have celebrated turning 65 years old. Every day on this date for the past six years, I think back to that time and how our family changed so much in less in only three years. I would say, I’m stoic one between my brother and me. I’m the one… Continue reading On Death And Dying