We need each other. This pandemic, oddly enough, has made that fact screamingly obvious.
I want to take something from this, some lesson, something useful.
When people have dementia, eventually you have to lie to them.
Rage doesn't help. Sorrow doesn't, either. Both reactions are appropriate.
I love you, Mom. Happy birthday.
This is a systemic failure, and being angry with one another won't fix it.
I know what I like when I hear it.
Somewhere ahead of me is "new normal," but I can't see it yet, so I don't know what it looks like.
My mother rejects the Oxford comma.
It always comes back to the personal, doesn't it?