So much of what she knew as a cook was in her head. So much of what she knew as a cook she knew by heart. But I wanted to get those recipes nonetheless, to learn to cook for myself, to learn to cook for a future family perhaps.
This Memorial Day is also what would have been my mother’s 72nd birthday. Here I celebrate her legacy, including her years in the Women’s Army Corps.
On October 11, 2011, my father walked into his barn to get some tools to fix Neta’s sink. He did not walk back out.
Did you know there is a term for leaving a book unread after buying it? Oh, does that describe you too?! Tell me what books are in your Tsundoku pile!
August 31 is the 13th Anniversary of my mother’s death. I reflect here: “But each time someone I love dies, the grief becomes new again. The impact of it is compounded and expanded. It’s as if I’m grieving all of their deaths at once.”