Today is the day I dealt with the “Chicago portion” of my mom’s ashes. It was a wonderful experience. I drove to Foster Ave. beach where my mother loved to lie in the sun and swim and I set up a little altar. Nothing much, just a photograph of my mother and I together, my […]
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I’m floating. It’s amazing being back here in the United States. Didn’t expect to feel this way, but here it is and here I am. And it really has very little or nothing to do with the fact that it is the United States. It’s really me within the US. I feel in a way […]