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