I’m not obsessed I don’t even know what you’re trying to imply here …
March 28th, 2017
Tag Archives: happy
March 26th, 2017
I am always a caricature of myself, in case you’re wondering.
March 23rd, 2017
I work with a lot of patients who are having various joints replaced and having parents who have been through it helps me empathize in much the same way that having my Mom make it through breast cancer helped when I worked at the oncology clinic.
Also: He really, really is.
March 21st, 2017
A little kitchen dancing to soothe my soul.
March 8th, 2017
Logan was real, real good, you guys.
So good.
March 5th, 2017
I think that the moment my parents first saw Kara do this with me was the moment they fell in love with her.
March 2nd, 2017
That time I bought my internet friend a Blacula t-shirt at a convention.
February 28th, 2017
Progress.
February 25th, 2017
There were days in February where I was a blank. Where my notes read things like “I worked. I can’t remember anything else.”
Since it was grief at losing my Mother that had me so disconnected, I decided to write about my memories of her on those days.
My mother and I had long conversations where we never agreed on anything, but we talked and we learned. About ourselves and each other. I have often worried (especially since she passed) that this was an unfair amount of emotional labor, but this was a role she relished and a way that we bonded.
I still worry it was too much to ask of her, but that’s for me to bear.
I miss her perspective. I miss my Mom.
February 16th, 2017
There were days in February where I was a blank. Where my notes read things like “I worked. I can’t remember anything else.”
Since it was grief at losing my Mother that had me so disconnected, I decided to write about my memories of her on those days.
This is from Mom’s first corporate airplane flight in February of 2014 to come see me for her birthday. My brothers were just worried about her, but I knew she’d be just fine. During her and I’s last long, meaningful conversation, she told me how much she appreciated that I saw her as a competent, capable woman and laughed that I was certainly the only one of her sons who would put her on a bus and send her off to a city by herself.
I miss the brave woman who inspired me. I miss my Mom.