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If My Mom Was Here Right Now
We’d probably be drinking coffee. Every morning started with coffee for her. Our coffeemaker broke when I was in high school and my dad got into the habit of going…
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My Last Day of Her Life
I wrote this five years ago and published it on my first blog, which focused almost exclusively on processing the events of my mom’s illness and my grief after her…
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April
I’ve brainstormed on paper and typed a number of flowery intro paragraphs to this post, but why try to put lipstick on a pig? My mom died seven years ago…