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My Mother
Eight Years
Eight years ago tonight, I got a phone call that changed my life. It wasn't one of those life-changing "oh, how fabulous" calls, either. It was the kind of call that brings you to your knees. Somehow, I was able to remain upright and forge ahead. By the Grace Of G-d, apparently. Every day since, … Continue reading Eight Years
Dlya Moyey Mamochka (For My Mother)
I miss you so much. Today, words fail and tears fall. I'm safe, but I am not okay. Please look after my brother and know that love & prayers are being sent your way. Ya lyublyu tebya. XO.
Beginnings, Endings, and New Beginnings
It's utterly surreal how much my life has changed in the last eight years. I set out on a specific course, reached a major fork in the road, chose a direction, a dream, and now I am starting over with a dream I've somehow managed to keep hidden in the back of my mind, all … Continue reading Beginnings, Endings, and New Beginnings
Mother & Daughter
First friend; best friend. The reason I am who I am. The person who encouraged me never to follow, but always to lead. Guide-post. Lighthouse. Anchor. Part angel, part saint. The best listener. Could always see the best in me, even when I didn't believe there was any. Teacher of so much. Giver of books, … Continue reading Mother & Daughter
Is Time Really The Great Healer?
Each year on her birthday and the anniversary of her death, I try to memorialize my mother in some way. Writing is the best way I know how, outside of talking about her with those that loved her. One day my children will be able to look back on what is written about their Grandmother, they … Continue reading Is Time Really The Great Healer?
