Crow’s Feet
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Crow’s Feet

A Mother’s Love

Remembering my mother

a photo of the ocean with mountains behind and a blue sky littered with fluffy white clouds
My mother’s ashes were scattered on the surface of an ocean blue. Photo credit: Catherine Dunn-Gilbert

The other night my mother came to me. Her arm rested heavily across my chest in the manner of one who stands behind and drapes themselves across you. The heaviness was comforting and for just that moment I was with her. It was so very real that I thought it was true. The feeling: so much of the protection and intensity of my mother’s love. A physical and spiritual joy filled my being.




“The longer I live, the more beautiful life becomes.” (Frank Lloyd Wright) Non-fiction pieces, personal essays and occasional poems that explore how we feel about how we age and offer tips for getting the most out of life.

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Catherine Dunn

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