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…

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…

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…