my mother

my father, my mother April 22, 2009

Hold onto nothing as fast as you can

When my dad died in March 2003 I was slapped in the face with emotions I didn’t know what to do with. I hated…

After two days of crazy, I finally finished my mom’s bouquet on Saturday morning. It was supposed to be professionally done, but on such…

and I know this because when I think about it (and I am), and talk about it, my voice cracks and my bottom lip…

my mother March 28, 2008

Yesterday afternoon my mom and I had our second great conversation in a row. I kept insisting that she had to “break it down”…

makes for an already over-active mind to implode on itself. How wrong is it to hate? I “hate” when I don’t get what I…

I’m compelled to post because I’ve been so busy with my other blog/business that I’ve totally neglected this one. In fact, I skipped November…