Seasons of Grief

Grief. It is a fickle and funny “friend.” I have found in the years that follow the initial loss that it has ebbed and flowed. Sometimes an anchor, steadfast and strong, that threatens to capsize a ship in a storm. Other times it is a bright and sharp stab, a flash of lightning that sears…

In the Mom Lane: At the End of an Era

The end of an era is a phrase often used. Tonight (May 2, 2020) marks the end of an era that spanned almost 101 years. She was the embodiment and feisty and spunk, of creativity and humor, of kindness and generosity. She was opinionated, and had no reservations in sharing them. She was a story…

Friday Fictioneers: A Night Like This

    “It was a night like this when we met, remember?” Roumina used to rub my back when I started reminiscing. She would be silent then, as she is now. “A humid June night. You asked to bum a cigarette.” A pained laugh escapes my lips. “Back when we thought it was cool to…