There is no storm or blizzard, just a steady, slow, and unceasing snowfall that quietly blankets my heart and my being. That is how it feels without my mother.
I lost my Mother on January 13, 2012. Time compounds on itself, and each day the weight of her absence grows heavier. The emptiness of that quiet white tundra, is vast.
She was my teacher and guide for everything in life, she was the stencil after which I was drawn. From the moment I was born until the moment my mother passed away, all she did was give me love.
My precious Mother and I were a team. She was my constant guide, I was her faithful follower.
In the past few years, late in her life, my mother craved the foods from her youth. She wanted to once again taste her mother’s yellow string bean soup, or Palacsinta, the Hungarian crepes her mother prepared for dessert. She craved any and all of her mother’s cooking.
Please stay tuned, as the next several blog posts and recipes will be dedicated to the memory of my beloved mother.
Challa-peño 
Love this and love you. Join you in every sentiment about our beautiful living mother. Gary
You’re making me cry late on a Sunday night. I’m looking forward to finding out more about your mom and her favorite foods. Love you.
Susie,
Such a beautifully written piece on your mom. I was only with her a brief time, but the love in the room was so palpable. I’m sure that cooking her “favorite” will add to the healing process and this extraordinary blog.
Much love to all.
I am so saddened that you lost such a beloved mother, not all of us are so lucky to be blessed with such beautiful souls for parents and it sounds like you were. I am glad you are continuing to pass on her legacy and traditions and share them with this blog and this book. I live in LA and I hope we fellow bloggers can break challah someday soon. With much love.
Such a beautiful post. Your mother was a great lady and I’m so happy I met her a number of times. Looking forward to reading your posts and thinking of all of you.
Beautifully written from your heart. Hugs and kisses.
Susie
Siento mucho por lo que estas pasando…
You brought tears to my eyes.
Xo
Justina
I realize that there is a lot of pain at her loss, but what you wrote about your mother is so beautiful and timeless, and that is a treasure beyond words. Your mother knew how much you and all the kids loved her, so there is no doubt that she is resting in peace.
Lots of love,
Rena
tears again and another lump in my throat!! Beautifully written and heartfelt!