My mom grew up in a three room house on the prairies in Canada. She had seven brothers and sisters. They did not have running water and my grandmother cooked on a coal stove. One of my favorite memories is the time I slept over at my grandma and grandpa’s with my cousin Shelley. I woke up wrapped in one of my grandma’s homemade quilts in their soft, comfy bed, light shining brightly through the bedroom windows. My grandparents stood in…
I haven’t written here for awhile because my aunt passed away suddenly and all I want to do is curl up in a ball and die, cry, lie in bed and be alone. I suppose this is the grieving process. I thought about including…