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All My Grief
There you are, I think, as my breath catches in surprise. I let out a sigh. Of relief? Maybe. Or perhaps just acknowledgement. You’ve been gone for a while, but not forever. No, never that. Now I see you, stretched across the barren, ravaged, winter ground, chalky white and gray. Wispy tendrils of opaque, brisk air, snaking across this silent land. Like leftover music from a child’s music box, after the party is over. You haunt and linger.
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Come Back to Me Lemon essay on Feminine Collective
I’d be honored if you’d click over to Feminine Collective and read my essay, Come Back to Me Lemon published on April 30. My mom and food, well they are so connected in my life, in my memories. Probably the strongest memories I have are cemented in the tastes, the aromas, the ceremonies around food and people I love. When she died, my love for cooking left with her for a while… “Lemon added beauty to every savory and sweet item on my menu of life. The citrus, the acid, the zing it brought to so many dishes. Lemon infused my cooking, my life with brightness, just like my mother…
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Missing Our Moms
My mom’s been nudging me from all over the universe this week. I miss her so much. Especially, well, especially all the time. But this time of year really gets me, as Mother’s Day approaches. I know I write about her often; she was such a precious, important person in my life. In “My Mother’s Last Days” from herviewfromhome.com, Amber Shoemaker says about her mother, “I hope she knows she was one of the great loves of my life.” Yes, I thought, this is exactly how I feel about my mom. I think about my mom daily, intentionally, but every once in a while tiny, specific glimpses of memory come…
