How a serial planner learned to live one day at a time

Obsessed with planning and the future, a daughter learns how to live in the moment as her mother approaches end of life.

You are not your job

My mom calls her terminal pancreatic cancer her constant companion. It's an acknowledgment that it's a part of her identity now, and it got me thinking about her full identity, all the things that make her who she is. And I realized that "teacher," her profession for forty years, hasn't been a topic of conversation... Continue Reading →

Ignoring the lizard brain

My beloved mother will die from pancreatic cancer. Her time in this life is being measured in months. I will write more about this in the future as I have so much to share about my mother's journey towards the inevitable we all face. Her love, bravery, peace, and spiritual strength is quite an experience... Continue Reading →

The rhythm(s) of Spanish life

The return of the school year has me thinking again about the beauty of routine. I recently wrote about routine here and here, and I can tell you that sticking to my routine and taming distractions is much easier when my daughter is in school. I love summer, but the steadiness and predictability of the school year is... Continue Reading →

The endless art of caregiving

At some point in every artist's journey, art will imitate life.  I think that point may be approaching for me.  My mother has pancreatic cancer, the most lethal cancer there is. The struggle with the diagnosis in August - and the debilitating effects of the disease and its treatment on her and our family since -... Continue Reading →

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