Yesterday I ran a marathon, finished my PhD, lived in a foreign country where I didn’t speak the language. Yesterday …
Category: memory
Despite her dementia, my Mom is still teaching us how to live and how to love “Now which one is …
I don’t look forward to my birthday. I dread adding another candle to the cake, another circle around the sun. …
I learned to love books from my Mom. As a child I could reliably find my Mom in the study …
My Dad paddles furiously at the water, working to get in front of the wave and glide his wide and …
Sometimes I wonder if I am hiding when I write. I’m writing a memoir about a time in my past, …
I’m with my Mom, sitting next to her in a crowded restaurant, and yet I feel alone. I should be …
I pull myself out of my warm bed and shuffle in the dark towards the kitchen to make a pot …