Month: May 2017

My mama, my own personal wonder woman

It’s Mother’s Day today. I woke up this morning thinking about my own mom and also about one of my close friends whose mom died last year. I wish so much that she could be picnicking with her mom this morning too. When people close to you die, you become very sensitive to others who …

On death, my greatest life teacher

It’s been over a year and two months since the day GR died. I think I’ve said it before, but I feel like I’ve lived about 10 lives since then. Often—and on the same day—I feel both 140 and four years old. Old as hell and like I’ve just been reborn. I know people…friends…in the …