The birth and death of a people pleaser

The memory’s as sharp and fuzzy as 40 years in between allows, but I think I remember because it’s the day I was born a people pleaser. I had never been to Guys and Dolls salon before, but my hair needed a trim and whoever was in charge of me thought it was a good...

The missingest, a daughter’s lament

It was Father's Day and there was this unspoken understanding how important it was to celebrate together, so we gathered without question.  For him?  For us?  For all?  Yes…surely all. His mind was leaking, it had been for years....

On miracles, letting go and a First Only

It was only yesterday when every day was a challenge, when every day he challenged, when I questioned my ability to mother him at all. His terrible twos lasted five years.  Each morning I begged for new mercies, that today would be different.  I...

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