Deangelo.

My mom was the rockstar of my world, my anchor, my safe place. She was my heaven, my superhero.

She was one for surprises, each day a multitude of tiny things... how they made me smile from toe to lips.

Which hand was my cookie in? Which way would we walk to school? Would be splashing in puddles or leaping over? Would we dance our special jig if we saw a cat? It was so fun, all those everyday adventures... I can still feel her excitement at seeing a simple flower or the way the light played upon the path. In a life so overwhelming and tight like ours,...