When I think about my mother, my mind often goes to one of our annual trips to Cape Cod when I was younger. On one such visit, we were on our way to her friend Beverly’s house, when she said, “You’ve got to see her new rug.” She then proceeded to rave about the...
Sorting through photos recently, I came across one I did not recognize. An elderly woman, her face creased with laughter, was sitting in a rocking chair. A young woman knelt beside her. They were holding hands, sharing a story or a joke, or maybe a story with a joke....
When my daughter invited me to sign up for an aerial fitness class the summer before I turned 55, I didn’t hesitate. Elizabeth, 19, had just spent five months studying abroad. If she was eager to spend time with me, I was happy to comply, even if it meant shimmying up...
