I remember walking into my mom’s new apartment located at 9151 W Hawthorne Ave with absolute excitement, so much pride, and a little envy…. It was the perfect one-bedroom apartment for her for a million and one reasons. The neighborhood was ideal! It was close to the highway, so getting anywhere was a breeze; it…
Tag: The Journey
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…
Happy Birthday, Mama.
Happy Birthday, Mama. I remember and honor your wishes, Mama; that my siblings and I would be close and get along in your absence and for you to live on in Cannon Beach by having your ashes spread in the Pacific Ocean by Haystack Rock. I remember the day you were told that the cancer…
#TeamMamaWisth
When my dear friend and founder of Savage Support, Deanna Savage, reached out and asked me, “Would you be interested in writing about your Mom in our annual report?” I cried. I cried tears of joy and appreciation. What a wonderful opportunity to write about my most favorite person for such a dynamic organization. I…