In 2023, my two grandmothers died within six weeks of each other — January and February. During that time, I found out a dear friend had cancer. After Easter, she told me her cancer was terminal and she wasn’t interested…
Abiding in thin places: Día de los Muertos and lessons from loved ones passed
My longest-standing disagreement with my mother stems from an early childhood memory. I recall waving to my great-grandmother while an adult held me in loving arms. I vividly remember Big Granny smiling and waving back to me as strangers carried…