A gathering of sisters in O’Keeffe country

A gathering of sisters in O’Keeffe country

A milestone birthday for me loomed on the horizon about a year ago. Two of my sisters and I had traveled to see Frida Kahlo’s home two years ago in a suburb of Mexico City. We spoke then of seeing O’Keeffe’s home in Abiquiu, New Mexico. She, like Frida, became a...
Now, an orphan, I feel the hand of time

Now, an orphan, I feel the hand of time

After the loss of my mother, I contemplate the ways we were alike It has been over two months since my mother passed. So little has changed around me yet so much has changed within me. My siblings and I are now orphans in this world. It is a club I never considered...
Crossing the ocean of trust

Crossing the ocean of trust

When my mother died during Holy Week, I saw how rituals kept her grounded. My mother passed away in the early morning hours on Saturday of Holy Week. Given her strong faith, the timing of this was not lost on any of us.  Her last few weeks proved to be most difficult....
Grieving in the here and now

Grieving in the here and now

As my mother is dying, I confront new realities about her sovereignty, about navigating swirling emotions The past few weeks, my mother’s lung cancer has rapidly advanced its invasion on her body, jolting me into a web of complex emotions that feel unfamiliar to me....

Life is Good

NOTES FROM THANKSGIVING 2017 I just spent this Thanksgiving with my mom. It is most likely to be her last. The cancer she has continues to grow as far as we know. And she is choosing to stop treatment after the latest immunotherapy cycle stops in the next two weeks....

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