After my mother died, for a brief moment that lasted a few months, I wasn't afraid of death. I had sat with her, dying, praying through and for it like I only ever did again when trying to stave it off; I had breathed in its sacred mundaneness as she exhaled her last, seen with …
This Way UP
On my mom’s first birthday after she died, I went out for lunch with one of her dearest friends, and one of my dearest people, Hana. Four and a half months prior, Hana took me out for brunch on my first motherless birthday, my thirtieth, and I told her I was pregnant, and she beamed …
All of the Worlds 