Tag: mother

May god be with them

We all have quirks and rituals. I grew up loving baseball and that is a sport filled with very superstitious players. They have all sorts of rituals to “help” them win as well as avoid injuries. For instance, outfielder Alou urinates on his hands throughout the season in […]

Mommy, I’m tired

My mother’s birthday was about ten days ago or so. Or rather, it would have been her birthday. I celebrated it quietly in my head and heart. I steeled myself for a few minutes during the day to wish her a grand day. I didn’t get a chance […]

Tomorrow she would see

Her eyes were tired and blurry. But she really wanted to finish her evening reading. It was important to her to read as much of she could to be prepared for tomorrow. To be alert, ironically enough, for what hardship the day was bound to bring. She grabbed […]

It’s ok to mourn at any point

This is going to be a rather odd narrative for the holiday season. Especially considering that along with Hanukkah and Christmas, we will now be celebrating Three Kings Day.  Our very first celebration. Although, we actually celebrated this by mistake when we were in Greece in January, many […]