In Memoriam

Death is so mundane. So not what you’d expect. It happened on a hot August afternoon, in a hospital room that felt stuffy even though both the window and the door were open. My Mom was running in and out of the room. Sometimes she looked at us with tears …

The Kiss

I kissed her only once. It might sound surprising that this is the first thing that comes to my mind about her – or maybe not, if we take human selfishness into account. Everything is about me, me, me, only me; it is rarely about her, him, you or even …