A Letter to My Mother

Mom, The day you let me first get my hands on your makeup is a day I still remember. I was a tiny thing, a little too lanky for an eight-year-old and as boney as I could be. My curly hair was always ratty because I never let you brush it, and my front teeth […]

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Just Watch the Fireworks

Hi, Kait. I thought of you as soon as I opened my eyes this morning. I thought of this day five years ago. And I remembered all the pain—all the pain you went through the last day you fought for your life…and all the pain that followed when we lost you. I know now that […]

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