A salad with a side of grief, please.

I cried at the shampoo bowl today. As my hairdresser (and good friend) washed my hair, I had a memory of my mom as I do. Many times a day. Every single day. And when Mandy (hairdresser) asked me about what I was going to eat when I got home (because I was waxing poetically…

Extra! Extra! Write all about it!

Hi Mama, I am sorry I haven’t written in a while…. Too long, actually. I know it’s been too long because I have been feeling the weight of your absence in ways that I have not known in quite a long time but they’ve been showing up, somewhat consistently. What are these ways, you ask?…

We Don’t Move On, We Move Forward.

2018 was quite the year. Tragically monumental, actually. Like undeniably life-changing. Have you ever had a year or a few like that? Like, a big ass span of time that has literally forever changed you deep within your core? Well, that was 2018 for me and it unfolded like this: On May 25th I got married, on June 14th…

More Memories, Please.

It’s been awhile since I have written a blog or much of anything, really. After my last piece recalling my siblings and my beautiful adventure to Cannon Beach, OR to celebrate my mother’s birthday and honor her wishes to have her ashes spread in the ocean by Haystack Rock, so much life has happened that…

In humor we cope

My mom has the best laugh. It is a big, loud, robust cackle that comes from her huge heart and beautiful soul. It is a laugh that turns heads, brings joy, and causes others to laugh even when they have no idea what it is she’s laughing about. She also has the saddest cry. Just…