May 13, 2012, was the first Mother’s Day after my mother’s death. I vividly remember the pain and disbelief of that day. Continue reading
Most times, I use my social media to give me a slight reprieve from the busyness of my workday. I might jump onto Instagram or Facebook to take a break from my actual work on any given day. These little breaks allow me to momentarily escape Continue reading
Originally Published as a “Guest Blog” with Chronicles of Womanhood on May 5, 2015…..
This year will be my 4th Mother’s Day without my mother. My emotions have varied drastically over the past three years leading up to this coming Mother’s Day. I vividly remember my first Mother’s Day without my mother. I was devastated, depressed and angry. I spent the entire day mad with everyone. I shut down to the world, closed myself off, cried, yelled, journal(ed), and sat silently. And you know what? I felt entitled to do just that! Continue reading
Had you caught me several years ago, I would have had no problem writing about some experience that I thought was “Over too Soon.” I likely would have written about the unexpected death of my mother, how the loss of her tangible presence had devastated me, and how I was certain that at just 49 years old, and fairly healthy, she was gone “Too Soon.” Or maybe I would have kept it light and discussed some pleasant vacation, event, or moment that I desperately did not want to come to an end. Those options would have worked perfectly then, but certainly not now.