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A year ago today my mother died. She was 83, a heavy smoker and in poor health. I knew it could happen any time, so I shouldn’t have been surprised.…

  Some days I wonder when the shame began. Not about what I’d done, but who I am. Was it in childhood? Before my brain was developed enough to reject…

        This is the letter I wish I’d written before you died. There are things I wanted to tell you. Things that needed to be said. I…

It feels like a jagged nail that keeps catching on things, raw and exposed, but it’s my heart. It can’t be filed down.  The last time I saw my father, he…

  The therapist said I'm grieving the loss of my father even though he's still alive. She said it’s a process that can begin early if the person is terminally…

  Yesterday I visited my father at the memory care facility. I brought him banana cream pie and held my phone up to his ear so he could hear some…

If I could change only one thing about myself, it’d be how I view the world. Instead of focusing on the clouds, I’d look for the sun. On dreary days,…

There is a saying I’ve heard many times, most recently on house-hunting shows: “Happy wife, happy life.” The husband and wife are at odds (making for better TV). He wants…

It hit me with a resounding thud, like a door slamming in my face: cold, hard rejection. The email was addressed to me wasn’t personal. It was an automated message:…

My father is becoming increasingly less verbal. During our call this morning he was trying to tell me about something but could not describe it. He kept saying vague things…