It snowed on the day of my grandmother's funeral. Big fat flakes. I wore the full-length wool coat I left behind when I moved to Los Angeles in 1995. The boxy shoulders dated its style, but it kept my legs warm, and besides, my Nana was dead, so who cared? I insisted on being … [Read more...]
Love Song for a Matriarch
My Nana passed away two weeks ago. Her impact on my life and the person I've become was profound. With permission, I am sharing my Aunt Karen's eulogy, which she read to family and friends the day we laid her to rest. Thank you all for being here to pay tribute to, and … [Read more...]
Moving Day Jitters
Moving day is Friday. Our family has been a whirlwind of packing (and unpacking - if we don't seal the boxes right away the kids think that's an open invitation to pull out the contents) and cleaning and sneezing (dusty!) and begging friends for help. Thank God for … [Read more...]
