Moms, Daughters, and Being 22

My mom was beautiful— graceful, classy in a down-to-earth sort of way. She was quiet, sometimes distant… holding in so many childhood wounds. She passed away at age 46 after a weary battle with cancer. I’ll never forget the day she called me into the...

Experiencing Loss and Laughter

It was a moment marked by joy and tragedy, a realization of the impact of loss. My closest friend was walking in the door of the church as a recording of another friend’s beautiful voice filled the building. I had not seen my approaching friend in almost 7 years, (you...