Life Lessons From Tina

I lost my mother when I was very young.
I don’t have many memories of her — no clear voice, no detailed stories, no moments I can replay.
What I have is absence.
Questions.
And a life shaped by someone I barely knew.
This page is where I share the lessons I’ve learned growing up without her, the fragments of who she was told to me, and the woman I’m still becoming because of her.