This Is How I Lost My Mother

Grief overpowered my body, she was going to die and I was lying to her, giving her false hope. Above all, I was lying to myself.

You Don’t Have To Have Your Life All In Order

One was short with thick, combed brown hair; the other was a tall, bedheaded blonde. But that’s not important. What’s important is that one loved me—fervently, earnestly, transparently—and the other didn’t.