Love and A Hurricane

There’s an example of all that is good buzzing at the end of our block. It’s a home being re-built. My friend Judith lost half her house from the wind. It was the only victim of Hurricane Irma in our neighborhood. Her oak tree, with hundreds of rings, gave in to one of the last
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Little Matt and Emma sitting in the front yard with their symbols of love - our dogs Clouseau and Sammy

What Loves Looks Like

Love looks like so many things. The little symbols are the most endearing, like the weedy bloom my son Matt picked from a neighbor’s lawn and brought to her door when he was four. It also looks like the long floral dress Matt bought me at a neighborhood yard sale when he was nine. That
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A photo of my mother age 16 from the Forgiveness post

What Forgiveness Looks Like

Forgiveness was never top-of-mind when I thought about my mom. A list of childhood grievances sat on my heart for decades. Now I think about how hard it was to be a young, single mother with a mental illness. Rita did some extraordinary, hair-raising things when I was growing up, like throwing her boyfriend’s computer
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Me, Emma and Matt in Puerto Rico

Big Love

My mother’s love was big. Rita was the parent waving wildly from the audience, with bug eyes and a crazy smile, whenever I performed in a school play. Sophomore year of high school I messed up my solo in Oklahoma when I saw that hand in the air. Other parents sat patiently, hands in laps
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The friends Moira and Saye

Joy and the Warrior

The invitation said “party.” It was a love happening. The night before Moira’s chemotherapy began, my friend Saye surprised her best friend with a joyful party. She wanted Moira to feel loved and supported as she began a heartless journey with stage 4 breast cancer. Friends chauffeured Moira down Saye’s wooded driveway and greeted her
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