I hate that we don’t have a house in a kid friendly neighborhood; I feel like my kids are missing out on all the wonderfulness of an outgoing neighborhood. Reading posts about great neighbors, and kids having a best friend just down the street make me feel like I’m not being the b...
On the first Mother’s Day after she died, I walked into an elevator in Nordstrom, a store we frequented together, to find an elegantly dressed older woman wearing my mom’s signature perfume. It made me flinch inside. As soon as the doors of the elevator slid open, I ran out, gulpi...