Please and Thank You
On the summer solstice, the longest, brightest, most sun-festy day of the year, I honored one of my mother’s dying wishes and planted her beneath a flowering bush, a crape myrtle, to be precise. My mom died last October and this past Mother’s Day, the first without her, found me trawling through some murky emotional waters. So I did what I always do when faced with emotional dishevelment: I worked on DIY projects. I weeded, planted flowers, made homemade dishwashing soap, and ice cream — actually, I watched my husband make ice cream, but I did help clean up the mess — and I cried more than little.