Mostly I forget about the woman I used to be, but there are days I remember her. My goals have become health focused. I like the way I feel when I take care of myself. I like the energy I have. I appreciate good sleep. Those are my goals, not body image, not anymore. This... Continue Reading →
A discussion about desirable funeral homes and burial wishes ensued between my mother and me as we drove to church in an unfamiliar town. I swore at the voice coming from my phone for her split-second-too-late directions, while mom slammed on her imaginary brakes from the passenger side.
Her silvery white hair was a few shades lighter than her dress. I can’t recall ever seeing my aunt in a dress before.