Tag: religion

  • What I Remember

    What I Remember

    I don’t remember how sick Mom looked at the end. Or the number of days I sat watching her cling to life in hospice. I don’t remember what her breath sounded like the day she died. Or the faces of the strangers who stood beside me grieving because my mom had changed them for the…

  • The Moment I Learned to Really Love My Child

    The Moment I Learned to Really Love My Child

    That day, I tried everything. Everything. Still, she cried.

  • Why I Say, “Happy Holidays”

    I am Christian.  I do believe in God, or at least a version of God.  I also believe that there are many people out there who are not Christian, do not believe in God (or maybe any God, for that matter) and certainly don’t celebrate Christmas. Why then, would I say, “merry Christmas,” to a…