The care she took

It wasn’t that the evening was perfect. It was the care she took in crafting it. You know the feeling. You head somewhere—a social engagement or obligation—after a long week at work. It’s Friday night and you’re still in final conference call mode (or your equivalent). You rush through the end of the work day,…

One-sided conversations in the kitchen

When all else fails, I make my mother’s spaghetti. When weeks are hard and binging on the Gilmore Girls on Netflix does not bring sufficient comfort, a girl has to step it up a bit. I even tried Baileys and coffee in front of the fire, but alas, my mother’s spaghetti it is not. I…

Cheerios moments

I am missing the small things. If you’ve ever lost a loved one, you soon realize the moments that haunt you, that you would give anything to get back, are the little ones. The Cheerios moments. Mother’s Day falls on my birthday this year. At times like these, I try to celebrate how blessed I…