by Natalie Serber | Oct 9, 2023
She knew we would arrive at 2pm, but dates and times burst like soap bubbles for my 82-year-old mother, who opened her door to our knock in her most-beloved pajamas. Once pink and now the color of cow udders, so sheer that my husband and I shifted our gaze from her...
by Natalie Serber | Apr 11, 2021
In the Pacific Northwest, the shoulder season between winter and spring is heartbreaking. After a crushing palette of mud, storm clouds and evergreens, nature treats us to eye-popping yellow! purple! orange! as bulbs rise up. A zing fills our hearts—until the hail...
by Natalie Serber | Oct 3, 2020
I caught my daughter reading my journals. I don’t think this was unusual, though I never read my mother’s journals. I knew where she kept them, but I didn’t read her journals because I realized I’d rather not be privy to all parts of my...
