These days, I try to be less 'Whoever You Want Me To Be', and more my own flawed, critical, fumbling and comically self-involved self.
I used to save the grocery store plastic bags so generously donned on me at checkout to shovel litter-covered cat poop into.
“I did see that Full Moon,” my stepmother responded. She continued that it reminded her of a dream she had a few months ago of two lost fish, both out of water. In the dream, she wasn’t sure if the fish would survive. But the minute they found their way back into the water, they swam just fine. ...
I was slow to develop practical skills, including reading and writing; I thought it was because of Cerebral Palsy making it more difficult to exercise fine motor skills, but I’m not sure it was that, really.