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Cancer is about to shape the family narrative.

My mom remains such an inspiration.

Being absolutely present allows for pure joy to sneak in.

We sent our son to sing at Carnegie Hall, then followed him there.

I’ve been a mom for sixteen years, but that doesn’t make me old.

At least for an hour a week, there is peace.

Time is passing slowly, but gaining momentum. Shall we attempt to stay present?