Coming Undone

2020. Just saying the year itself will evoke lots of eye rolls, sighs and tears. The relentless cycle of loss and uncertainty, combined with the jarring reality of broken routines has been enough to the most stoic warrior over the edge. Had someone told me in January of 2020 the amount of loss I was going into, I would have undoubtedly pressed the pause button on some things. For one, I would have been more intentional with my time. I would have done more with my mother, instead of treating her as a prop in my long-running stage play called...