My Mother’s Roses

I arrived for my mother's Memorial a day early. One of the few things left to do  was to prepare the roses, turned into rose petals, to include with her ashes for the funerary basket. She wanted to be creamated and set to rest in her beloved Pacific ocean.  Between my sister and the cousin…

Familial Strangers

My mother died 3 days after her 75th birthday. As I look at my calendar, I realize she died a month ago today. My relationship with her was difficult, fraught with emotional landmines and potholes. In more ways than she would acknowledge, we were strangers. Tomorrow, I will find myself flying to California to attend…