in her words

in her words

From my daughter, Kaitie… I am my mother’s daughter. Mom came to visit me this weekend in Toronto. She hates it. Well, she doesn’t hate it,but she prefers that I come home. She likes me in my bed at home. … Continue reading

hear me

She’d left the apartment open so I could wait inside for her to finish work. It’s weird being in your adult child’s home. Strange to open her refrigerator and notice that her fridge was not organized like mine. I was sitting on the sofa … Continue reading