Forty, Fifteen…
In this short entry I reflect on the juxtaposition of my fortieth birthday with the fifteenth anniversary of my mother’s passing, and where I am at in my healing journey.
Read MoreIn this short entry I reflect on the juxtaposition of my fortieth birthday with the fifteenth anniversary of my mother’s passing, and where I am at in my healing journey.
Read MoreIn early August 2005 I sit in the front pew of my childhood church, hand in hand with my husband Ali. A frosted pink funeral program lays across my lap, a stark contrast to my flowing black dress. Years prior a member of the church said that believers should wear bright colors to funerals, that […]
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