It’s a cloudy day, forecast of rain, it’s my Mom’s Birthday. I haven’t seen her since October 11th 1981; it was also a cloudy, cool day in Ohio. The first years were the hardest, every holiday lacked color. I wonder to myself, “how many candles would be on her cake today?” It takes…
I suspect that I am not alone, getting lost in memories at this time of the year. Here are some of my fondest of Christmases gone past. My mom loved Christmas, we’d clean and cook and spend the day with family and friends, stomping snow off their boots and settling…
The things that won't let me sleep, I found myself writing a speech for Donald Trump at 4am this morning, the things I wish he would say, the actions I wish he would take. Then I wished my mom was alive, because I think maybe, just maybe he would listen…