“We had the experience but missed the meaning.” – T.S. Eliot With my mother, everything had meaning. When I first read the T.S. Eliot quotation she placed at the beginning of her prologue (of How I Got Over), I wondered what she could have meant by putting it there. Then I began to think about … Continue reading Meaningless Experiences

. . . but I stopped blogging for a little while.  Nothing's wrong per se. . . I just needed time to continue grieving to myself while I was completing "final" tributes to mom. As a matter of fact, my last entry was on Mother's Day, yet a lot has happened since that time. I wrote mom's … Continue reading She’s Still Speaking . . .