A Year without My Aunt Bert

It was Sunday, May 14, 2017. It was Mother’s Day. I went over to spend the night with my Aunt Bert. She had been diagnosed with a rare cancer. We talked, laughed, and watched TV together. I spent the night by her side, just waiting to see if she needed me. We got up...
What Voice Do You Hear? Kind or Old Mean?

What Voice Do You Hear? Kind or Old Mean?

The other night, I ran three miles at the gym. I came home, showered, and started to pack my son’s lunch. I grabbed a bag of cheese doodles from the cabinet. I ate one. Two. I told myself I could have one more. Just one more. Then, a Kind Voice in my head talked to...