COVID - that spiky nuisance. The dreaded virus that we have been trying so diligently to avoid. It finally invaded, and I am accepting that after over two years, it's my turn. But not before I was able to celebrate my kid's big day.
I made my first trip back to Houston since Mom died a year and a half ago. This post journals my quick trip, dipping my toes back in southern waters.
Today, my daughter and I spent a little time in the kitchen on our day off making banana bread. It's a great way to build some culinary confidence while making something delicious.
My daughter is in her second year of college. After many years of crippling mental health struggles, many directly related to high school, she is finally on a healthy upward trajectory, developing a personally satisfying academic career. She is organized, diligent, precise, and a formidable student. Taking ownership of her education, she is eating up… Continue reading These are the moments when it hits me the hardest that Mom is gone.
I had a dream about Mom. It’s actually a pretty rare occurrence that I remember any part of my dreams, and even rarer that she makes an appearance in them. When those wake me up in the middle of the night, I think it bears recording.
t’s been a long time coming. We hadn’t been away from the house for more than several of hours, much less an overnight. For a long stretch, maybe 5 or 6 years, we have had so many reasons to stay home. Kids, anxious pets, viral pandemic - they all gave us more than enough pause to do anything that was just the two of us.
I got a random instant message from a former student, Mona, who I'm still connected with over Facebook after all these years.
A lot can happen in a year. Reflecting on the past 365 days, I have done more new things that have been out of my wheelhouse than I have ever done. I have my mom to thank for being my compass.
“Grief and love are conjoined, you don't get one without the other. All I can do is love her, and love the world, emulate her by living with daring and spirit and joy.”Jandy Nelson Ronnie Sue Roth was my mom. She was not just kind, she looked out for those she loved passionately. Knowing her meant… Continue reading A Day to Remember