Women’s History Month: Love, Loss and the Everyday Women who Raised Me
Last week marked 40 years since my mom died. Grief works in curious ways and comes in waves long after a loved one has passed. It shows up in unexpected ways. This year, for me, it showed up in my son’s face.
My son is seven years old, the same age I was when my mother died. It’s common for people to struggle when they reach the same age their parents were at the time of death, and I surpassed…