Creating meaning from scattered moments, half hours, and hours takes strength and purpose and vision. It’s too, too easy to just languish in the not enough time to do.
. . . as I speak aloud these inherited loves, I realize the most important things I’ve learned from my mom never came from an actual lesson at all but from a life . . . and that the learning is still going on today.
I hear a lot of jokes about prescription drug abuse. Nearly every day, actually. People think it’s funny to tease about being high after a dental visit. Or to jokingly ask if you can “score me some Vicodin.” I’m not judging. I’ve made plenty of insensitive jokes …