Three Lessons I Learned From My Mom (Combs)

This is a tribute I wrote to my Mom Combs. You can read the first one I wrote her here. You Can Be Healed “Melissa, you don’t have to live like this, you know.” She sat across the table from me, dark hair falling gracefully over her shoulders, open menu in her hands. Her honest, expressive eyes gazed at me pointedly. This was only the … Continue reading Three Lessons I Learned From My Mom (Combs)

“I’m Sorry You’re Not Perfect Mom”

“I’m sorry you’re not perfect Mom.” Smiling face upturned and eyes dark brown in the shadow of his Batman jacket hood, he reached for my hand. Apparently I had brushed him aside in my frenzy at the stove, flipping pancakes, scrambling eggs, and boiling fruit syrup. His sincere and completely accurate assessment had followed his curt pronouncement that I had stepped on his foot. I … Continue reading “I’m Sorry You’re Not Perfect Mom”

Life Goes Around Once

I wrote this four years ago, shortly after William was born, and it’s truer now than ever. I just watched this video for the first time yesterday. A ninety-six-year-old man wrote a beautiful, heart-breaking song to his wife a month after her death. Here are some of the lyrics: “Oh sweet Lorraine I wish we could do all the good times all over again Oh … Continue reading Life Goes Around Once