Can you scream the words I could never hear Can you feel the silence begin to tear But it just takes so much to make it real that it hardly matters And if you could see inside yourself your world ...

My mama taught me how to work. The pandemic taught me how to fall. Losing her taught me how to rise again. She worked until her last breath at 72. Not for money. She just couldn't stay still.

I don’t know who taught me how to cook. I think I mostly learned by being in the kitchen with my mother when she was preparing the meals that she served our family every day. Mama never actually ...