I went to school with Steve five days a week, where he’d slam shut my locker, next to his, before I had my last books out. Or slam it and spin my lock so I’d have to start all over. He relished teasing me, but he’d also call me on the phone often, even decadesContinue reading “Memorial Day”
This is so beautiful. I watched it several times. And think I will rewatch it daily. “We all know how loving ends.” “Live your life. Live your life. Live your life.” Maurice Sendak
My mother died in June of 2019. It took us months to decide on a gravestone, and the the pandemic slowed everything down. It was finally installed after Thanksgiving, but then it was winter. Yesterday we finally had a beautiful day to visit in person. Her sisters and mother (who turns 91 today. Happy birthday,Continue reading “Visitation”
My mother’s Thanksgiving cactus is blooming again. It makes me feel like it’s her sending me her love, a sign, that she’s still with me. I love thinking that my mom’s energy is out there nurturing the plants and flowers she always loved. I do not have a very green thumb, but I’m so thankfulContinue reading “Plants and legacies”
Taylor’s suicide changed Genevera’s life in innumerable ways. “It changed everything about who I am, what my priorities are, who I want to be.”
The emotional, mental and spiritual pain that infests so many of our veterans who come home and spend their days trying to escape it can be most easily defined as guilt – for things they have had to do or for surviving when so many others did not. Going back to address that wound is scary and incredibly difficult.
As the mourners took their seats in preparation for spoken eulogies from his stepson and a minister, they heard playing from the speakers over their heads the boisterous sound of The Lone Ranger theme song. What should have been a moment for quiet reflection was interrupted by the sound of giggling and surprise. My husbandContinue reading “Music, Mortality and Mixtapes”