my mother
my mother at hand and was filled with her presence. I was so uplifted and excited that I began talking to her, imagining she were there.
my mother
my mother at hand and was filled with her presence. I was so uplifted and excited that I began talking to her, imagining she were there.
dishes I had
dishes I had cooked that week. Without knowing it, I had created a beautiful ritual to honor my mother and to comfort myself at this vulnerable time. I suddenly felt
dishes I had
dishes I had cooked that week. Without knowing it, I had created a beautiful ritual to honor my mother and to comfort myself at this vulnerable time. I suddenly felt
with my
with my mother through food. I laughed a bit at myself when I reflected on all the
with my
with my mother through food. I laughed a bit at myself when I reflected on all the
While the
While the noodles boiled in the broth in my kitchen, I realized that I was reconnecting
While the
While the noodles boiled in the broth in my kitchen, I realized that I was reconnecting
turkey noodle
turkey noodle soup. I thought about the bread she used to bake and about how much butter she would slather on it, and how we loved to dip it into the broth. I began to feel a little more buoyant amidst the pain of losing her.
turkey noodle
turkey noodle soup. I thought about the bread she used to bake and about how much butter she would slather on it, and how we loved to dip it into the broth. I began to feel a little more buoyant amidst the pain of losing her.
