11/27/2025
✨ NEW SUBSTACK TODAY ✨
“The Last Thanksgiving Before Goodbye.”
A year ago last night, I crawled into bed with my mom and asked her what movie she wanted to watch.
She pointed at the screen and — with a voice altered by surgery and tubes and pain — managed to say:
“Home Alone. My favorite.”
I had no idea.
We watched it curled up together.
We held hands.
We laughed.
And somewhere between Kevin McCallister and the chaos on screen… I realized I was witnessing one of the last moments my mother and I would ever share like that.
This Thanksgiving, as the whole family gathers again and I unpack the decorations she once touched, I feel her everywhere — in the memories, the mess, the tenderness, the courage.
Today, I wrote about that night.
About the flight I should not have taken.
About the trip she feared.
About our very first Thanksgiving in New York in 1995.
And about the moment I found the thing she wanted me to remember most.
If you want to read the full story — the one I have never written publicly until now — it’s live on my Substack.
🕯️ Link in bio.
🕯️ Or search: The Provocative Intuitive on Substack
This one is for Linda.
For love.
For memory.
And for anyone moving through the holidays with someone missing at the table.
