I awaken, after a nice dream of my mom, to the cold dimness of another early morning without her. Being in the living room is a bit disor...

Dad is very unhappy that I’ve used all the hot water. He complains at my door for a couple minutes before he stops, knocks again, and ask...

I’m crying with relief, but also for the loss of never having this moment with my mom. I shouldn’t have doubted her. And I shouldn’t have...

Mom and I hiked a lot, just the two of us, when I was younger and she was alive. Every sunny weekend we made sandwiches, consulted maps, ...

Every night for weeks, I’ve had the same dream. Deep in a mountain valley, at the base of a waterfall, I’m standing covered in moss. Cold...