In recent years, I relearned a lesson from my mother: there’s beauty in common scenes unfolding before you if you stop to see them. When I lived in Atlanta, walking along the Chattahoochee River offered this daily gift and the chance to turn passing moments into poetry.
Tag: Mom
35 years later, still grateful for this heirloom memory
Holidays are not easy when family dynamics change or there’s an empty place at the table. After preparing and serving the feast for the first time without her mother, Mom processed her grief by penning this reminiscence of the traditions they shared.