Not too long ago, I couldn’t even touch my toes.
Savor every bite. Indulge in passion. Find stillness in chaos.
She leans in and says, “Do you have a girlfriend?”
I seem determined to punish myself, as if being harsh will finally make me learn my lesson.
But what if I extended the same grace and love to my younger self that I offer others?
I’ve never been allowed to be a child with my parents.
One day, you will hate me. You won’t be happy with me for some reason or another.
My grandson was standing in front me, holding his apple, and staring at the tall bookshelves behind me.