I left yesterday. I loaded the horses in the trailer before dawn, as my mom stood in the doorway crying. She said Don’t go when I hugged her, in direct contrast to the other day when she asked why I was even there. I knew another part of her …
I left yesterday. I loaded the horses in the trailer before dawn, as my mom stood in the doorway crying. She said Don’t go when I hugged her, in direct contrast to the other day when she asked why I was even there. I knew another part of her …
At first she thought they were here on vacation… the moving trucks were late, and didn’t get here until last week. By then they’d already been living out of their suitcases for a few days, supplemented by whatever else they’d been able to pack in the car for the …
I’m in my early 40s, and my mom is still kind of here. Probably not for long, though, so I’m going to start writing some of these moments down. For both of us. Not really for her, since she doesn’t read much these days. More for you and me. …