Going home

  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…

Wading through the grief

  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…

Memories of Mom

I’m not going to lie to you. This past weekend was a tough one. I missed Mom so much over the Mother’s Day weekend. It just didn’t seem possible that she wasn’t here for it. I cried – a lot! My heart ached so much. I just wanted to crawl into her lap and feel…