On Motherhood, Writing, Wine, and Friendship: 100th post.

I've been writing my 100th post for over a month. I wanted it to be big. Perfect. Special.

But today I realized that putting things off , waiting for them to change, waiting for them to make sense, and waiting for perfection is something I need to let go of.

From now on, anything goes. It doesn't have to be beautiful. It won't always be perfect. And more often than not, it will be laden with mistakes.

Farewell to my Aunt Lois who was always incredibly kind to me. Instilled in me a love of super-special cakes and tradition. And always made me feel welcome in her home. Thanks to my cousin Beth, Lois' daughter, who was a cool teenager when I was a tiny tot, and let me hang out in her room and listen to new music. And thanks to them for loving my mom so much.

I ran away from Mississippi a long time ago and left a lot of people behind. It turns out, I should have fully taken advantage of the family who would never abandon me because the family I found later in life did.

I'm posting my Mom's cakes for my kid's birthdays over the last 6 years as a tribute to my aunt.

Lois, thanks for being inspirational and one of the kindest people I've ever known right down to the last breath.