My Mother’s Last Lesson

(This essay originally appeared in Cognoscenti) The color of death is blue. That’s what the hospice nurse told us. We had rushed to my mother’s bedside from various parts of the country, shocked to see her so diminished. She had suffered from severe dementia for...

Fly Away Home

(This essay originally appeared in Zibby Magazine entitled “Saying Good-bye to My Free-Spirited Sister”) When I was seven or eight years old, I stumbled upon my parents’ wedding album while playing “office” in an attic storage space. I stopped my pretend filing...