After A Month Of Showering My Mother With Love ... ✔ (PLUS)

So bring the cinnamon roll. Fix the hinge. Call for no reason. Sit in the silence. And when she deflects, when she jokes, when she crosses her arms and asks why you’re trying so hard—smile.

We spent an afternoon looking at Google Images of quartz and amethyst. She touched the screen gently, like she was petting a ghost. “I gave that up for you,” she said. There was no resentment in her voice. But there was a eulogy. After a month of showering my mother with love ...