A Lesson in Grief

Treasuring the Memories that Pop Up

You never know when they will surface….

c. 1972, Linda Moran. The Road to Hana. My mother, long gone.

On Sunday, during some random scrolling through my Facebook feed, I saw a picture of one of my most favorite drives — the switchback road to Hana. The first time I traveled that road was on the back of a motorcycle in 1970 when I began my first teaching job on Maui. There were many wonderful trips along that…