I will never forget the moment I walked in to find my mother had taken her last breath. I stopped in my tracks on the nursing home’s linoleum floor, asking my father, who was right behind me, “Is she dead?” Slowly, I backed away, up against the wall across from her bed, as I stared…
My mother forgot my seventeenth birthday. My junior prom had been the evening before, and I slept over at a friend’s house. When I walked through the front door with my overnight bag that Sunday morning, I fully expected a “Happy Birthday” greeting from my family, yet I received none. Exhausted from the late-night shenanigans…
I never wanted to be the grief girl but I lost my mom to Alzheimer’s. I’ve been a writer since I was 9 years old. In fourth grace language arts class, I soaked up sentence diagramming and essay structure like it was manna from heaven. Words and language became my currency, and crafting fictional short…
It seems as though I’m in good company in the Motherless Daughters Club these days. It’s hard to watch friends lose their moms (and dads) much too young. I know that, eventually, they will come out the other side, stronger and wiser. But that ache never really goes away. Here are five things you will probably…
Mother’s Day is filled with grief and hope for me. One Mother’s Day weekend, our family went fishing with my in laws and maternal grandmother on the Texas coast. Mother’s Day is a difficult time for my grandma and myself, since losing my mom to early onset Alzheimer’s disease. We thought that the trip would…
