I’ve been trying to write about a moment between my mother and I, our last real time together.  I start then I stop, then I delete then I begin again repeating this cycle.  Try as I might to translate into words the memory, which is so clear in my mind, I fail.  Maybe I’m not […]

  I forgot. For just a moment, I forgot. In that moment, I saw something trivial and I started to rise from my chair. I was coming to tell you…you never seemed to mind when I did. Even when you didn’t know exactly what I was talking about. In that fraction of a moment everything […]

I started this project years ago, I thought it would help me cope with the abundant amount of emotions I felt but life continued to happen and it got set aside.  In an attempt to complete what I started here’s the first thing I wrote down about two weeks or so after my mother died. […]

September 26, 2009 would be the start of the longest, most difficult five and half days of my life.  These were the last days of my mother’s life, when all I could do was wait.  Like her, like everyone I suppose I’d been waiting since that afternoon in April when she returned home with the […]

when a person dies they leave so many things behind; things that are tangible and many that aren’t.

Mother’s Day 2010 was on a Sunday and like most people whose mothers have died this day would evoke a certain amount of emotion.  For me, though,  it wasn’t the date it was what aired on TV that made me curl up under my blanket and cry. When I was younger TV was watched in […]

(I posted this on Facebook but I wanted to share it here too) It was almost a month and a half before my 10th birthday when my father suddenly died. One moment I was saying goodnight and about thirty minutes later he was gone. I often wondered that if there had been any indication of […]

(I posted this on Facebook but I wanted to share it here too) I took down the 2009 calendars last week without much thought to it. But over the last few days something began to nag at me and I didn’t realize what it was until today. It was the empty spaces where the calendars […]

The day my father died was the day I learned that tomorrow only exists as a possibility that we may or may not experience.

I think I was 8yrs when we moved to Inglewood, it was different for a lot of reasons mostly the noise of jet airliners flying overheard. I remember how much the noise bothered us and how we said we’d would never get used to it….and yet over time we did. The unconscious ability to either […]