in the wee hours of the morning 22 years ago today, the Ides of March, my mom left her tired body. after seven years of a rollercoaster ride of hope and despair, and lingering for a month in hospital as she waited for a liver transplant which never came, she took one last look at those of us gathered around her bed and quietly slipped away. she was the same age as i am now.
go. find the parts of yourself you’ve been unable to see amidst the chaos and clutter
Read Morefor my first blog of this year, i had every intention of writing something different- something inspirational and uplifting. however, in one of many “ah ha” moments i've had in these first few days of 2021, i realized that i cannot, in earnest and with deep fullness, begin anything new without clearing out the old.
Read Moreit would’ve been my mom‘s 80th birthday today.
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