The Gift of Powerlessness

“I just wish I KNEW there was nothing more I could’ve done” my mom said to me this morning. “Mom. There WAS NOTHING more ANYONE could’ve done. As a mother, I know you would’ve done anything for her. We all would have. That’s the one thing that haunts me. I can’t help but think, ifContinue reading “The Gift of Powerlessness”

It’s Not Even Thursday

“How are you?” It still sounds like such an asinine question, yet I can’t help myself from asking it. I try to check in with my family on Thursdays. THE day. The past couple of Thursdays I’ve noticed an almost traumatic  response to the realization of the day. “Oh shit. It’s Thursday” I’ll think, likeContinue reading “It’s Not Even Thursday”