…once she entered the Facebook universe, even Zuckerberg couldn’t tell us apart. FB defaulted all pictures of me to her profile
“I Thought I’d Get One More Spring…”
Spring wasn’t spring this year. It wasn’t about new life – it was about watching my mother die. It was about helping my mom to fight, literally to the death. On the last Saturday of February, she wasn’t up for going out to dinner with us. By March 4 she was in the hospital for …
The Daughter’s Wound
My greatest challenge in this never-ending healing process is to allow the dreams and disappointments of that little girl to be processed and released by the grown ass woman I’ve become.
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