Huckleberry Row

As a proofreader, I professionally read and edit a wide variety of subject matter. From university-level psychology thesis papers to generational Cajun vampire novellas, radio interviews to technical manuals.  When I have the chance to read "for pleasure," my interests include true crime, meditation, romantic fiction, preventing caregiver burnout, and DIY home decor hacks.  Recently, I finished Demi Moore's memoir, Inside Out . Typically, I don't read reviews on books or movies prior to reading or seeing them. I prefer to form my own opinions, experience my own journey.  In chapter 16, Demi recounts her tumultuous relationship with her mother, abuse suffered at the hands of those unfit to be parents, and how Demi's mother changed following the death of her own husband.  This wedge affected their mother-daughter relationship until Demi's mother reached the end of her life.  Reading this, I thought of multiple people in my own...

Note to my beautiful mother... I'm publishing this picture without your permission. I also need to share something important with you. We both have wrinkles. We have earned them through decades of raising amazing children, making difficult choices, being placed in unfair situations, questioning life, squinting when the warm sun shone in our eyes, smiling with our fabulous families throughout the years and being blessed to be able to laugh beyond reason. Most of all, when I look at this picture I don't see a single line or crease. I see how much I LOVE US.