peace

  • And so it begins. I’m simply loving this. Sitting here in the quiet of the morning, daylight streaming through Mom’s stained glass in my kitchen window; ‘Nanda, my [never had a cat before in my entire life] new roommate zealously working at her scratching post. I shake my head marveling. Precious, tangible memories of my…

  • I sat at Mom’s and watched some TV. Breathed deeply Mom’s “smell.” Her house. Played a game on my phone; had a frozen banana. I stood where mom breathed her last and I prayed out loud. All that is in Mom’s house is hers. It belongs to her. Mom made possible her daughters having anything…