It just walks in dressed however it wants. My mother and sister died after prolonged illnesses. There is something strange about watching the deterioration of a vibrant woman that shakes me to my core. Because I see the person they were, then I see the person they are. Terminal illness…

Today almost passed me by. I woke up both hollowed and heavy — confused. It’s your birthday. I remember the hurried designs you crafted, turning me into a person. I remember cooking and sewing, combing hair and playing referee. You were an architect with vision and I was the wayward…

“We have gathered here today to get through this thing called life.” - Prince Nothing makes me laugh harder than a classic Kelly moment. Our family had a giant station wagon growing up. You know the type, with the front seat, the middle, and of course, the coveted “way back.”…

My mama was a poet, an artist, a seamstress, a fan of etymology and Matlock, and could run like the wind. Those are the things I recalled when I did the exercise of remembering her outside of her service to others. It takes work for me to remember her as…

Everyone has a story. There are wins and losses. If you’re lucky, the former outweighs the later, but many of us are just praying to break even. The parts of our physical, spiritual, and emotional selves make up a complex body of experience. …

Anxiety and depression have been a part of my life since my mother became ill. It was exacerbated by her death and the countless other things that surface when you’re thrust into adulthood. …