One of those times when current work and distant past collide.
Spontaneous combustion, supernovae and hot flashes, we got it all.
I admit it now, it's a guilty pleasure and I can't help myself.
Ah, the joys of aging!
Should I stay, or should I go?
I've always expected more of myself.
I finally worked up the courage to see my mom in the rest home.
Gone, but never forgotten.
I think this is how my mom spends her days.
I'm losing my mom one day at a time.