Come on, admit it. We are all subject to occasional morbid thoughts, especially at that point in life when the number representing our chronological age exceeds the highway speed limit. Don’t tell me that you never think about the Grim Reaper, the Dark Angel, or any of the other euphemisms you can name to avoid
The inevitable has happened. The insidious process has reached its conclusion. The final step has been taken, and the journey is over. I can deny it no longer. I have become my mother! Despite our self-righteous cries as young girls that we will never be like her, one day we look in the mirror, and
Remaining mostly at home during this past year of COVID-19 has opened my eyes to many things. Some of which I would rather have not seen. For example, the dust bunnies under my bed. Or the water spots that accumulate way too frequently on the shower door. And the grease that hides in the crevices
