Mother’s Day

We seem to live all the same scenes in our lives, maybe trying to get beyond the troubled times, work them through?  Nah, I’m stalling with this story, the preamble to what is important. Norin looked at me skeptically, and asked again “What’s wrong? I see it in your face, something is wrong.”  I thought... Continue Reading →

Departing Gifts

I didn’t want to start it like this, but sometimes we can’t control how things need to happen. My mother died 33 years ago, when she was 57 and I was 30. She had been an alcoholic most of my life, at least from the time my first major memories began at five. She probably... Continue Reading →

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