On Family, Thanksgiving, and Tradition

The past three nights I have had dreams of my mother. In each, I was the age I am now, living my current life. But her age changed—early 40s, then 80s, then some age in-between. I know these dreams came to me because it is Thanksgiving and I will not see her. She and...

Sweet Surprises

I awoke this morning in the knowing that my Eliza, home from college for the holiday, was upstairs in her bed. It surprises me how, even in sleep, her presence permeates the air—as if the house itself rejoices with us. Everything feels different. Peace in my heart and...

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