I distantly registered the pastor speaking. I’m sure he was telling everyone present how good of a person my mother was. Had been. He went through the typical stuff people get graced with when they die. I thought it was nonsensical. Everyone here loved my mother, that’s the reason they were here mourning her in the first place.
All by Danielle Amorim
The problem that women face is the double standards when it comes to Halloween costumes. The outfits that are marketed towards us are short and fitting, even when we want to dress up as a pumpkin, which is anything but short and fitting.
Having narcolepsy is like participating in a never-ending guessing game. Where will I fall asleep today? Will I miss my stop on the train and end up in the middle of nowhere? Will I sleep through something important? Will people be upset with me? And the catch is you never know for sure.