
Walking Mother to the Gate
“You are a good woman,” Mother whispers as I lean close. “Why are you telling me this,” I say to her, not quite teary, because
“You are a good woman,” Mother whispers as I lean close. “Why are you telling me this,” I say to her, not quite teary, because
Picture a second grade class, decades before now. There were rotary telephones with party lines (which meant that sometimes you had to wait your turn
On this day, 50 years ago, Silent Bob and I married. On January 31, 2024, I will have been a widow for 4 years. It’s
On this day, eighteen years ago, at this time, Silent Bob and I lay on a bed in a Grand Junction hotel room, our grief
“Janet, stop jumping around and doing cartwheels in the house.” That was my dad, his temper often intensified by the hangovers and headaches that regularly
At this time in 1978, just two years in advance of what will be the hottest summer on record, I was in the hospital, laboring
This is a pubic service announcement about grief. If anything in this world is true, it’s the reality of grief and that it’s a part
“Silent Bob, what kind of cake do you want for your birthday?” He thought for a minute. “It’s two weeks away, I’m going to have
I rarely ask Silent Bob for decorating advice. We had replaced the toilet and sink when we redid the old farm house, but the tub…