Every Friday, folks would flock to my mom’s house to drink cosmos and talk.

She was a counselor for 30 years, and, man, could she listen. “Meme” could lull anyone into a sense of security, and before you knew what struck, you’d be spilling details you wanted to take to the grave.

She gave cancer hell for 5 years. I’m not going to sugar coat it; it was a traumatic roller coaster of emotion. She was a best friend to many, and we are all coming unglued without her.

I’ll convene here to tell her about my life each week. I’ll say everything I would have normally said, no matter how shitty I look because she would have loved to hear it, and she loved me always.

I like to think she’s out there in a universe where it’s always Friday.

Cheers,

Katy