Grieving in Springtime (Missing Mama)

I miss you, Mom. How can it be fifteen years since I’ve talked with you and shared my life with you? How is it possible that you have never met your amazing, talkative, precocious grandson who has become my Mini-Me by age 11? And that you weren’t able to watch our...

Too Big For Words

I got the phone call very early in the morning; I knew immediately that something bad had happened. She was crying and my heart was pounding like a kick drum in my chest. My foggy brain heard the details and was trying to connect the pieces: middle of the night, heart...

Blissfully Unaware

It was April 19, 1995. I was in the hospital after giving birth to my second son the day before. I was thoroughly enjoying the quiet peace that came from once again sleeping on my back, getting a few hours of uninterrupted sleep without having to go to the bathroom,...