Memories

Lots of memories in my life. I suppose that’s a part of aging. There’s more of my life behind than in front of me. I appreciate my past, as it informs my present, and I am who and how I am in no small part due to my experiences. And yet, I don’t focus a […]

Thirty Years Gone

My mom died on December 31, 1987. That’s 30 years ago, nearly half my lifetime. I found it quite odd when, four years ago, I became older than my mother had ever been. I’m the only one of my siblings who has had my mom around for more than half my life. They, being younger […]