No matter how much emphasis I put on personal goals I achieved or places I visited or people I spent time with, 2015 will always be, first and foremost, the year that took my mother. Over the course of the last few weeks I've been thinking quite a bit about the coming year and what I want it to look like, about the things I want to accomplish and the places I wanna go and the people I want to spend its minutes and hours and days with, and as those thoughts turn over in my mind I can't help but consider them in terms of what my mom would think. Luckily, and thankfully, she was a planner, my mother, and she left me with pretty clear idea. So, in the space below, which I would typically reserve for words written by Anne Lamott or Jonathan Tropper or Neil Gaiman, I'm going to proudly place the words of my dear mother, her last, and with them the hope that I can spend this coming year and every year after it living a life guided by them.