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A mom-ento: Another mother’s day.

May 12, 2017

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A mom-ento for #mothersday #deadmomsclub #acoa

8 ways I remember my mother

April 14, 2017

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  1 Wanting desperately to share with her everything I knew would make her happy things we had in common things I knew would make room for itself inside of her heart little ways I could write my name in her heart beside them “this came from me”   2 A Marlboro red freshly lit […]

Every year, an October note

October 2, 2016

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Seven years ago today I will wake up to a phone call that you were at your apartment, had trouble breathing, called an ambulance, went into cardiac arrest, but had signed a DNR. You will be legally dead. There is nothing I can do. You are an organ donor, so they have kept you on […]

Another year in the books

October 2, 2015

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I remember October 2, 2009. I remember the early morning phone call from my aunt that my mom would die. I remember the call two days later during which I consented to have my mom taken off life support. I wonder, does that mean you died twice, mom? I remember crying for what felt like the […]

Visiting mom

April 16, 2015

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I find the box in the back of the closet add water and stir with a bit of clay you’re back to normal well, what’s let of you anyway   For the sake of authenticity I slip a cigarette between your ash-clay lips find a lighter and make fire watch as embers absorb the tip […]

When I think of you

November 25, 2014

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when I think of you I am 6 perched on the windowsill waiting for the night air to take my imagination into the sky past the flickering lights of the city skyline I always made believe were stars your cigarette fills the room spices it and I begin to love the smell of a freshly […]

Apple Poe

July 4, 2013

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*This post is meant to be read in conjunction with the song [Something happened in 198(9)] Wouldn’t it be funny if Edgar Allan Poe baked AND wrote poetry? I’d call him Edgar Apple Pie. Get it? I love to bake. I don’t do it as much as I would like to, but there’s something about […]