How do you measure a life? My mama's legacy of love
I am lucky to have been her daughter. I grew up believing in myself, with a confidence that she cultivated in me every single day. I believed I was worthy of love because she showed me that I am. I didn’t realize what a gift she’d given me; how does one recognize what just…is?
"Table for Two": a visual poem about grief & finding pockets of joy
At no point did my pen stop moving; my raw feelings and impressions covered three pages: my mama's dementia, hospice care, hallucinations, my child's mental illness and recovery, the toll the pandemic has taken on my nuclear family, longing for family dinners but adjusting to meals at our "table for two".