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Tag Archives: mom
Butterfly Sheets
On the day I was changing the bed linens, I came across a set of butterfly pattern sheets that had migrated to the back of the shelf in the closet. The pillow cases were long gone and the elastic on … Continue reading
Posted in Aging, Coping, Friends, grief, Perspective, Regrets, Uncategorized
Tagged babies, be here now, birth, death, Friends, grief, holding on, letting go, life, Memories, mom
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Pink Snow
The inside of this small oval basket of woven rush is filled with very old potpourri, atop which rests a small bottle of peach-scented oil. The basket, which once belonged to my mother, is stashed behind some framed photographs on … Continue reading
Posted in Regrets, Uncategorized
Tagged holding on to memories, Memories, mom, peach scent, potpourri
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Our Lady of the Perpetual Kitchen
My grandmother was Catholic, my mother was raised Catholic, and so she tried to raise us as Catholics too. I consider myself a “Collapsed Catholic” and will usually check “none” on any form asking my religion. I never was able … Continue reading
Posted in Perspective, Uncategorized
Tagged Catholic, Immaculate Heart, mom, religion, religious relics, Virgin Mary Statue
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Stitches
Found in the bottom drawer – my mother’s pillow cases. She loved those cotton slip cases that came lightly pre-stenciled with designs, which she would embroider over in bright colors. Unlike her own mother, my Nona, embroidery was not mom’s … Continue reading
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged cleaning out, embroidery, love, Memories, mom, Mothers, stitches
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Spinner
This Earth Day marks the 12th anniversary of my mother’s death. A day filled with golden daffodils, warm soil, the haze of soft greening and points of pastel color just emerging – much like an Impressionist painting – essentially the same as it was on the day she left us years … Continue reading
Posted in Perspective, Regrets, Uncategorized
Tagged Angels, Earth day, Gifts, loss, Memories, mom, mother
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These Lovely Boots
Every time I would visit my mother, she would dig the boots out of the back of her hall closet and urge me to take them. As the story went, Aunt Rose, who had expensive taste in clothing and often … Continue reading
Posted in Perspective, Uncategorized
Tagged Gifts, love, Memories, mom, mother, regrets, winter boots
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