1981

On May 8, 1981, the Friday before Mother’s Day, my mom lost her battle with cancer. Today is the 40th anniversary of that date, and so it seems important to mark it somehow, to give the day time and attention and thought. I was a wee pre-schooler when she left, only 4 years old, and … More 1981

Ashes

The weight of it. The way it digs into my shoulders, pressing on my bones. My back is bent from the strain, my knees bowed. I am stretched thin and my heart is bruised. It’s my own weakness. It’s the burden of my children’s disappointments. It’s the sadness that crept in to our home. It’s … More Ashes

Home by Home

Write. Write often. Write about what you remember. Write about what you see and hear and feel. Write when you’re inspired and when you’re bored. But just keep writing. This is what I have learned from Anne Lamott in her introduction from “Bird by Bird”. SO Although I think I need a laptop and a … More Home by Home