It’s been 6 months since my mom passed away. Sometimes it feels longer. It seems like so long since I have seen her dimpled smile, heard the sound of her voice, felt the warmth of her touch. Yet, in some ways it feels like yesterday that I was with her as she took her…
“This is ho-o-o-ome. Ho-o-o-ome.” My friend, Jenny, who has a lovely voice, is singing along with Sheryl Crow. Yes, this is home, I think as we drive through the winding mountain roads on our way back to Golden. It’s a gorgeous early autumn day and I’m visiting. I used to live here, in Colorado.…
“Gotta stop to breathe,” I yelled to my friend, Julie. Holy shit! I forgot how the altitude affects your breathing. I forgot how difficult even an ‘easy’ 14er can be. A 14er is a 14,000 foot mountain. There are officially 53 of them in Colorado, a state I lived in for 15 years. I…
We made a stop in Denver…at a marijuana shop. I had expressed interest in visiting a “pot shop” now that weed has been legalized, recreationally, in Colorado When I moved away, only medical marijuana was legal. But now, it’s a whole new ball game. So, as my friend, who shall remain nameless, drove me from…
Home. It’s where the heart is. There’s no place like it. For me, it’s been a confusing word over the past 4 1/2 years. I’ve written about not feeling at home in Cincinnati (where I currently live and where I am from) and feeling more at home out there in the world. I’ve talked…
Friday marked 5 months since my mom’s passing. Yesterday was her birthday. She would have been 83. As I wade my way through this year of firsts and through my grief I hear so many people’s advice in my head. “Take your time.” “Don’t let anyone tell you how to grieve.” “Grieve in your…
