We all wrestle with anxieties, fears, and insecurities but we don’t talk about these things. Just like we don’t talk about poop, unless we’re joking.
Sometimes the reasons we hold onto things are not always obvious. I recently unwrapped an old gift from my mother – a Hummel figurine from 1971. When I looked it up online and discovered the name for this image, everything finally made sense.
I can write and talk about Mom at length on any other day, but on this day, I don’t know what to say. So I give you the words of Terry Tempest Williams.
The old women we know as grandmothers, great aunts, and elderly neighbors were once young. And they have stories to tell, if we will listen.