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A difficult conversation with my mother’s oncologist
The silence felt heavy on the other end of the phone line. I waited a few seconds, and it dawned on me: He wasn’t ready. This moment, each in our own worlds was a defining point in our journey. Twenty seconds earlier, I had just shared the follow…
Mothers and sweaters: the gifts of letting go
I sifted through both cars, my own and my husband’s, underneath our boys’ baseball equipment, candy wrappers, and empty water bottles. The felt bag was nowhere to be found. I was finally ready to take this bag of a dozen sweaters, some of which were my…
