“Mom, are you ready to hear my idea?” I’m so busy and distracted I nearly dismissed his question and his need for attention.  He walks up to the blank living room wall and says, “Right here, Mom! My idea is to put Memere’s big picture right here. It looks like the perfect place for a picture and then we’d see her every day. I need…

I was blessed with the love of an amazing mother.  Not just one idolized after her passing. Not just remembered for her best and idealized for her goodness. But because she was actually a powerful, compassionate, warm and influential type of woman. The kind you were lucky to know and ever luckier to hold her love.  I was blessed with the love of an amazing…

He lays on a dirty couch, miles from home. A place he chooses to be, surrounded by pills, inebriated people, and a lack of responsibility. At home, he would be wrapped in love and endless pursuits for change and healing.  He wants neither of those things. He’s found comfort and numbing in the pills, the patches, and the empty friendships that came with the previous…

The wooden sign said “Chapel”, with tears and without hesitation I walked in. It was dark and oddly peaceful, unlike the rest of the hospital.  I knelt on the bench and released everything I’d been holding tightly to for hours. My mother had needed lifesaving surgery to rid her body from the cancer that was overtaking it. She was now hooked up to endless machines…