All of Me

All of Me

After I had my 2nd son, a rather chunky baby, my wrist said “That’s enough!” It was barely hanging on from the years of being a secretary, with those new-fangled word processors. The first step in helping my carpal tunnel was to wear a brace. While this helped...
I Didn’t Recognize Myself

I Didn’t Recognize Myself

I didn’t recognize myself. I was staring in the mirror, like I do most days, yet something was different. Who was this old woman staring back at me? It was shocking and extremely disconcerting, as if there had been some alien transformation overnight – or possibly...