Mom’s very loud, very dead voice

I met myself when I was 38. Mom died 1279 days ago, or 3.5 years for those who aren’t ticking it off day by day like a prison sentence. She died, out of nowhere. A curveball thrown by the universe with a deep, maniacal, slow-mo laugh echoing around my world. Mom. Dead. All of a … Continue reading Mom’s very loud, very dead voice →

Mother’s Day

I know I post about my mom a lot and you might say that it’s a little TOO much, but that just tells me she wasn’t YOUR mom. Because she was gloriously hilarious and wildly smiley and wickedly smart and ridiculously wise and only the good kind of sarcastic and the deepest type of authentically … Continue reading Mother’s Day →

Pianomom

My mother was a renowned performance pianist by age twelve. She read sheet music like one would breathe air. It was a gift - an innate ability. She’d fill in for people, being handed complicated music moments before an event, only to beautifully and eloquently nail it. When she was 18 she lost half of … Continue reading Pianomom →