There are days when the brevity of life is apparent.
Who'd have thought I'd be good at this? Part seven in a series chronicling my time caring for my elderly mother.
I will be my mother's sole carer for nine days. I am, at once, excited but also absolutely terrified.
Little Peeps 😊🦉a tiny poem on aging.
At 38, all of my grandparents were over the hill. Now, so am I.
When does a life cease to be a life worth living? Some questions are just too hard... Part eight in this series. Won't pretend I didn't struggle with this piece.
Would you make a wish if you could? How long would you wait to make it?
i wish i were the rain. a drizzle, no a downpour
sometimes i wonder what kids are always running from. (this is more an existential crisis than anything else we can live with that though, right?)
Why do the years go faster when we age?
We're all afraid of something.
Being tricked into believing that net was "just in case."
Always remember no matter how tough life is, it beats the hell out of the alternative.