Tag: Grief
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Mothers and Daughters

Dear Kori Jane, Being the mother of a published author fills me with immense pride and maybe just a tiny bit of fear of the stories you’ll tell about our crazy family! A few weeks ago, your little sister came home concerned about my reputation after being asked by a friend if your poems were…
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Four Years Later

Dear Kori Jane, Exactly four years ago this week, Leap Day 2020, in King County Washington, the first US death from Covid-19 was reported. The reality of what was unfolding in Seattle had not yet hit us down here in Houston. Hundreds of thousands of Houstonians were still gathering daily for the annual Houston Livestock…
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Never Alone

Dear Kori Jane, Last year, this mother of yours reluctantly agreed to an all-day bike ride through the mountains of Montana. As you are aware, I’m not exactly fit and I have no cycling experience. Our dear friend Devon, having traveled this road before, assured me the trail was mostly downhill, and the views would…
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Seasons Always Change

Dear Lacey, After entertaining the idea of moving last year, Dad and I decided to settle in and get you and your sister graduated before leaving our beloved home of 15 years. Then the first week of March, just after my sycamore tree finally sprang back to life, a house came on the market tempting…
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A Weary World Rejoices

Dear Cade, Nothing about December 2022 has felt Christmassy. Maybe it was starting the month missing you and your sister as you finished your first semesters of college. Or maybe it’s Dad’s job demanding more of him than any of us like to spare. And then there was my bright idea to trade in rogue…
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It’s Not That Deep

Dear Hallie, Today is Mother’s Day and just like every other second Sunday in May for the last ten years, I find myself experiencing a tidal wave of grief mingled gladness. It’s difficult to believe I’ve survived ten Mother’s Days without my mom around to share in the joys and burdens of my own motherhood…
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The Rain
Dear Kori Jane, Twelve years ago almost to the day, you and I were heading to a little neighborhood carnival right by our home that we had passed that morning on our way to church. It was nothing fancy, just some hand painted wooden games set out on card tables and a bounce house or…
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Charm Bracelets

Dear Hallie, When I was in the fourth grade, I sold enough Girl Scout cookies to win the custom-made, sterling silver, James Avery, puppy dog charm. This was back when the awards were special enough to motivate the selling of a ridiculous number of cookies. Turns out the hours of door-to-door selling followed by more…