I was afraid to walk into my pain, but I saw you standing there. Your arms opened wide, so I’d slip right inside, I could feel how much you cared. My tears fell like rain, again and again, but you gathered them all, as you felt all my pain. I know who you are, for…
I keep thinking about bodies lately. My own as I pick something I can control, scrubbing my kitchen floor furiously, convinced that keeping it clean can fix things, change things, make things better. I think about my mother-in-law Nancy’s body, beginning its swift descent back to the earth. I think about what it means to…
When someone wants to end a relationship, she or he may say, “I just need some space.” But when I told my kids I needed a little space from their father, they understood I wasn’t trying to break up. Jerry was the love of my life, but at 85 his health was failing, his memory…
I remember feeling conflicted as we picked out my grandma’s casket. I shouldn’t care what type of wood it is made out of or the color of the interior lining. Pardon my frankness, but it’s really just a box of bones—this casket is not my grandma’s eternal home. Except that I want her box of bones…
I stood in the middle of the store and felt a deep sense of satisfaction: that’s the one. That’s her Easter dress. Three generations of girls gathered that day at the American Girl® Place to celebrate a milestone birthday for my mom. It was a Saturday full of storytelling and laughter as we shared a…