The fifth Mother’s Day without you

Some years, Mother’s Day feels like a speed bump. Others, it is Everest.

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The first Mother’s Day without you

This morning, I heard your laugh. Six and a half months later and the Alex and Ani website still has the matching Leukemia bracelets I was going to buy us in my shopping cart. I can’t bring myself to take them out. I won’t get to see you Sunday, not even your gravesite. Staten Island […]

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