Jun 7, 2019
6 min read
If She Can Let Go, So Can I
I purged Mom’s house of chaos and found my inner calm
Buried deep in a box full of stuff located in my mother’s garage, I find a fragile hourglass, filled with shimmery aqua-colored sand. No framework protects its delicate structure. I flip it over and watch the sand form a crumbly pyramid in the bottom globe.
