A hipster salesgirl in Warby Parker glasses and red lipstickunzipped me out of the millionth wedding gown I’d tried on that weekend. Emerging from the dressing room in my jeans and flip-flops, I scrutinized my curly up-do in the faraway mirror—the one meant for teary-eyed brides squealing that they’ve found The Dress.
Read MoreI was missing my mom yesterday, perhaps a side effect of all the beautiful Facebook comments you left for me about my essay, “My Mom Died 12 Years Ago. Here’s How My Pregnancy Brought Her Back to Me.”
So I did what I often do. Made a favorite meal my mom used to make for just the two of us: onions & eggs scramble with slices of cucumber on the side. Just as my dad and brother never liked it, neither does my husband, so it’s still something that’s just ours, hers and mine. I kind of like that.
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