Gray, rainy weather, combined with some minor sleep deprivation, prompted a recent pity party in my honor.
Why does metabolism slow to a crawl after 50? For that matter, why is gravity so ruthless and gray roots so stubborn?
Are my children happy? Was I a good mom in the fleeting years when I had a chance? Had I been a good daughter and made the most of those final days with my parents?
And there…
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