Death & Grief

My mom said that my dog, Fabulous, looked like a hamster on the day that I brought him home. Through the years, she would retell the story of their first meeting every time she saw him. She’d describe how I held him in a washcloth big enough to be his blanket on a cold New…

This post is part of a series of journal entries written throughout my mother’s two-and-a-half-year battle with cancer. You can read Part 1 here, Part 2 here, and Part 3 here. January 2019 My mother died only a week after my visit in September 2018. I thought she still might have weeks or even months,…

This post is part of a series of journal entries written throughout my mother’s two-and-a-half-year battle with cancer. You can read part 1 here, and part 2 here. August 30, 2018 Two and a half years had passed since my mother’s diagnosis, and a whirlwind of other life events had transpired in that time. By…

This post is part of a series of journal entries written throughout my mother’s two-and-a-half-year battle with cancer. You can read Part 1 here. December 28, 2017 More than a year after my mother’s visit to Detroit, she was still alive and well. Though she had grown weaker, more forgetful and confused, and the cancer…