That’s My Story and It’s Sticking to Me
My mom died last summer. That’s my story, and I have stuck to it and it, to me. I have told it often to release some of the pain, yes, but also to get some mileage out of it. There! I said it. Sometimes I wanted people to know I was having a very bad day. Because my mommy died. At least that’s a good thing to blame for my inactivity, my lack of involvement, my inertia. Please know I…