Daughter of Mama Tamale, Tamalegirl on Food Industry Sabbatical, Proud Oakland Latina, Hardcore Localvore & Lover of Travel
As 2016 draws to a close, I have one wish…that we all have an abundance of hope, grace and strength as we move forward into the New Year. I have been saying this has been the worst year of my life but now reconsider. This year, well really, the last few years has been a period in my life of great change and…
It’s been three weeks since Mama departed to the next world yet I still hear her voice everywhere. I decided it was time for me to drive again, my brain had been too scattered since my world went upside down. I figured I could now manage a quick trip to the supermarket.
At first, the silence was deafening only broken by the sound of my own sobbing. I had spent two years listening to the dim background noise of talk radio layered with the distinctive rhythm of mama’s snoring coming out of the baby monitor on my bedside table. Rustling meant pushing the Talk button to ask…