A Caretaker’s Recounting of a Mother’s Last Week

  Because my mother died the night before Passover, that first seder at my home a day later felt unbearable. I was shell-shocked from both her loss and from the months of intense caregiving. The traditions and rituals continued, but

Mothers Never Leave Us Even When They Are Gone

Fifteen years ago in a darkened hospital room, I held my mother’s frail hand and gently whispered in her ear how she was the love of my life, that I was going to tell her story, that I would write