I've been quiet here, and for a while, it was just because of life's marching onwards.
But just under two weeks ago, on April 26, my beloved mother passed away. It was sudden and unexpected. Now, after a week full of family and gathering and weeping and reminiscing, I am trying to learn to live without her.
Telling stories about her at the funeral helped. Telling stories will continue to help. Even if I have to tell them through tears.
Hi. That's me. I write, sometimes, about parenting, storytelling, and about living a life with stories.