Mother’s Day

This will be my 7th Mother’s Day without her. Over the years I’ve grown immune to the ads in the…

Letting go – again

When my Mom first died, I spoke to many friends who had also lost their mom. They would actually seek…

Remembering them

My grandmother used to tell me how I walked to mass with her in the mornings while living in England.…

To cherish the fall

The trees that usually shed in my corner of the world have begun their fall journey, changing from green to…

Feeling “ripped off”

How my daughter won’t have the same “grandmother” experience that I had and how that is okay   My mother…

Everything small

  I sat outside with my neighbour today, in our lawn chairs, suitably distanced and enjoying the late afternoon sun.…