by Andi | Nov 22, 2010 | Andi's Book
Her hands are so smooth. The skin on her fingers like chenille to my touch. Her forehead is parchment beneath my lips when I kiss her before I leave the room. The skin on her thighs is puckered like crumpled velvet. Never have I been more aware of my mother’s... by Andi | Nov 21, 2010 | Andi's Book
Today, as my brother, father, and I spent the afternoon assembling a puzzle, I realized how profound Mom’s death will be for our family. Mom has always been the one to level us all out – my brother’s frustration, my dad’s depression, my... by Andi | Nov 20, 2010 | Andi's Book
Tonight, we are looking through Mom’s books. We are trying to find something to read at her service. Something that will make people smile. Something that is deeply true. Something that is quintessential Mom. We have scanned C.S. Lewis and Henri Nouwen. I poked... by Andi | Nov 20, 2010 | Andi's Book
Tonight, we are looking through Mom’s books. We are trying to find something to read at her service. Something that will make people smile. Something that is deeply true. Something that is quintessential Mom. We have scanned C.S. Lewis and Henri Nouwen. I poked... by Andi | Nov 19, 2010 | Andi's Book
That’s what my friend Laraine said this would be – “a very sacred time.” When I read those words, I could not really imagine what they meant. I thought being here would simply be hard and sad. And it is. But it is not simply that. It is sacred....