A memoir of home

I wrote this personal essay a couple of years ago, but edited the story in week three of quarantine due to COVID-19 on April 4, 2020 when home suddenly has taken new meaning.

When “our” house became “my” house
The day after my youngest son’s 8th birthday…

My mom and sister (left) on a move from San Diego to Oregon in the late 1980's

My mother opened her apartment door to us excitedly. I noticed her left temple was still slightly concave from the brain surgery more than 10 years ago that carved a tumor out of her head. The surgery saved her life but stunted her speech and ended her ability to drive.

Monique Rizer

In my day job I lead organizations that create opportunity for vulnerable populations. This platform is where I’m building a library of memoirs from my life.

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