In the past few months, I’ve been operating more on instinct than plan. Only the most basic physical and emotional needs have driven daily action. My mom died on December 4th, my sister-in-law a week later. Last year and
I wrote today on my insides,
in my veins and heart and gut,
no paper,
no pen,
while going through my mom’s clothes,
both
wanting to embed and celebrate her impeccable style and joy in my life
by wearing them