An Open Letter *From* My Deceased Mother
Not long ago I shared an open letter I wrote to my deceased mother. And as my latest Expressing Motherhood piece mentioned an open letter she wrote me that was…
Not long ago I shared an open letter I wrote to my deceased mother. And as my latest Expressing Motherhood piece mentioned an open letter she wrote me that was…
Finding Happiness, Hard Lessons
I have lost many friends over the years. A few were stolen by Death (may they Rest In Peace), but far more of them I have lost to life…
Finding Happiness, Hard Lessons, Healing, Travel
…Only a few hours later, I had booked a trip to Ireland so I could spend St. Patrick’s Day in the rowdy streets of Dublin. I had stumbled upon an affordable tour for college students offered by a company both Mom and I had formerly worked for. I would be spending two and a half days in Galway and four days in Dublin. This would only be the second flight of my life, and I tried not to be nervous. There was nothing I could or wanted to do about my excitement, though.
“There’s a story behind everything… but behind all your stories is always your mother’s story…because hers is where yours begins.”
At birth I was given the name Amy Beth. My mother would tell me from there on out that it translated to “House of Love.” It’s true; loosely translated, and…