How the hell that happened, I don't know. Mid-March of 2016. Oldness has not just hit me, but it's settled in and seems to be staying.
I am a mom. I am a mom at the age my mom became a grandmom.
This year has been insane, and I don't say that like a burnt-out teenage skater dude who just landed a jump on his board. But in a curl-up and hold myself as I rock myself to self-soothing comfort insane.
I cannot pinpoint the apex of the (searching for word: pain, trial, suffering, or the arrested moment where my life suddenly broke into the downward run on the roller coaster I am yet to see an end to).
It was a free fall. Gravity finally started to add some resistance in the form of a small support network. Amanda.
