My pandemic baby is about to be a one-year-old. This is my motherhood journey.
I’ve only recently been able to keep a house plant alive. The legacy of the green thumb had skipped me. Or so I thought.
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.