Expect an increase in posts as I spend the next two weeks visiting with my family.
Within minutes of stepping off the plane, I had been barraged with advice and concern (“Don’t lift that bag!”, “Did the flight attendants give you a pillow to hold over your stomach?”). Soon after, my mother handed me a list of suggested/approved names.
Yes, an actual list. The names are written in single file on one side of the lined paper. On the other side she’s begun a list– titled RIP– of songs to be played at her funeral.