10 Years after My Mother’s Death, Her Faith Still Guides Me
Growing up, I was a reluctant Catholic. My mother would drag us to church, and I'd go through the motions—fingers…
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Growing up, I was a reluctant Catholic. My mother would drag us to church, and I'd go through the motions—fingers…
Continue ReadingAs I've gotten older, I've come to realize my mom was the true magic of Christmas. Throughout my childhood, she…
Continue ReadingI do not understand how people can get through life without coffee. For me, it is fuel, it gives me…
Continue ReadingI was a teenager when my mom disappeared. One day she was there—and then she wasn’t. No warning. No goodbye.…
Continue ReadingForty-nine years. Almost half a century. For many, that’s a lifetime. That’s how long they were married. Losing my dad…
Continue ReadingWhen I was younger, I had no concept of age. My parents and their friends could have been 50, and…
Continue ReadingI can picture my mom sitting at her dining room table, the whirring of the old sewing machine filling the…
Continue ReadingI walked past the antique chair into the sunken living room of the beautifully decorated home. I passed the extensive…
Continue ReadingI wasn’t scared of a single thing when I was a little girl, except for EVERYTHING that happened each night…
Continue ReadingI told you I was proud of you on one of your worst days. I wanted to stay longer, but…
Continue ReadingAfter my mom had a stroke, she could not speak and could barely move the right side of her body.…
Continue ReadingThere are times my kids will slip up and call me “Grana” instead of “Mama.” I just laugh and jokingly…
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