The Holiday

This is far from my first complicated Mother’s Day. Throughout my life as my relationship with Mom went through some pretty drastic ups and downs, there have been times when I wasn’t sure how to handle the holiday or how to approach her about it. Since...

The Portraits

My parents met in art school, and when they got married, one of their professors, a well-known painter in the area, gifted them with a large, impressive painting comprised of multiple paintings of each of them. I grew up with the piece always hung prominently. It...

The Scene

By the time I got there it was like it had been erased. It was the Tuesday after Labor Day weekend. I was back to work, busy as hell, considering staying a couple hours after 5pm to catch up on some stuff. I typically don’t answer calls to my personal phone when...

Knowledge

It was March of 2011 when Mom decided to leave my father and asked if it would be okay with us if she came to live in Tennessee, and as soon as she asked me that question there were several things that I knew right off the bat. I knew that she’d need me to go...

Barriers

I’ve been dreaming about Mom a lot. Nothing earth shattering, and usually the dreams really aren’t even technically about her. She just appears a lot more often than she used to – in a group setting, out of nowhere, as someone I’m seeing...

Boxes and Beliefs

It’s too easy a metaphor, all the boxes that are living in my house now. I spent weeks going through my mom’s apartment, deciding what I needed to keep with me and what could go. Giving away as much as I could. I probably took too much – there are so...