Mom

Today marked the 40th anniversary of the day my mom took her own life, mirroring to a shuddering degree what my dad, her husband, had done exactly 12 years prior. I spent today in reverent remembrance of the amazing, loving woman my mother was – even as she was, as we...

Rootee

            It was springtime, May of 1982, a season full of capricious breezes, mounds of hope, and heaps of mindless anticipation.  She was a scraggly goofball thing, a frenzied ball of fur, the little...