June rains gave way to July stars. I didn't see them, but I knew they were there. What was it like, those first mornings without her? On...

Dear Mom, It has been 6 months and 3 days since you died. How can that be? What was it like, that first morning, those first days without ...

Most nights when I set out to do this, I know what I want to say to you. It is always at night. I am, like Blanche Susan, a sleepy night owl...

Where are we going? Tomorrow night, I am going to my mother's childhood temple to be with my uncles as a plaque is raised, bearing her n...

I seek to know who I am without my mother in this world. I seek to know where my words go, the words that used to go to her. I seek to know ...

If the trees stayed green all winterlong the hope that the bare branches would bloom again would be gone. We need that hope, I know we need ...

How can it be snowing? It was barely summer when she died. Today is an aberration, but my life is guided by aberration; the life expectancy ...

Last night, I was with my mother for the first time since she died. My friends have told me that she visited them, in a pink terry cloth rob...

My grandfather turns 90 in a few weeks. The world has changed since 1921, and my world has changed in the ninety some odd days it has been s...

The other night I sent my father a photo of me, just two and in saddle shoes, feeding swans with my mother at the duckpond . 26 hours later,...

Dear Mom, It has been 2 months since we lost you. Liz got married on Saturday night, and we were there (you rsvp'd yes, and ordered t...

I cannot explain to you this unbelievable desire for something I will never have again, this deepest need for my mother to return to life. S...

Dear Mom, I am writing this on your computer, and I am thinking of how cute you were by the light of the video chat, falling asleep, the l...

Because the world is unknown to me, I wonder, if we go to Joshua Tree, to a place that I do not know, to a landscape that I can only dream u...

Our mother taught us the hard lessons of life. When it would have been easier to say yes then to press on through her child's tears, she...

It is almost the full moon. The hospice lady told me that my mother might die on the full moon, that people usually do, and I believed it, b...

I wore the white dress today that I wore the night before I was a bride, on a night while my mother was still alive. Today, the dress was du...

The end of a pickle floats in this morning's coffee. The bath grows cold. I have no secrets. I only wear clothes heaped in the basket ne...

My mother died 7 days ago. It has been one week since I kissed the hollow in the nape of her neck, since I ran my lips against the downy hai...

The Strawberry Moon reached its peak at 4:16 on Wednesday June 15. On Thursday June 16th, I could not see the moon in the sky. As my mother...