Rent-a-parent for the Holidays

Madonna

My mother loved Christmas. She made a big fuss over it every year. As daughter Shelby says: Giving gifts was grandma’s love language. Getting them was, too. Mama loved to give & get gifts.  When I got the call last year on Christmas Day telling me that Mama was dying, and that I needed to get [Read More...]

It’s My Birthday

birthday

It’s my birthday. The very first in my life without the woman who birthed me. I’d post one of those photos here. You know the kind with the mother kneeling beside her daughter or son, as they blow out their candles, but I don’t have a single photo of me and my mother on my [Read More...]

Tribe of Blood Kin

Roger. Me

“I sustain myself with the love of family.” ― Maya Angelou They told him he has six months to live. With or without the treatment. So my cousin Roger stopped chemo cold turkey, decided that he wanted to live whatever life he has left awake, engaged, fully conscious. Roger has colon cancer. It had already reached [Read More...]


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