I returned home to visit my elderly mother for her 78th birthday, expecting a warm embrace and the familiar, comforting scent of lavender. Instead, the moment I offered to help her wash up for bed, she flinched in absolute, primal terror.
I had been driving for six hours, navigating the winding, rain-slicked highways that separated the state capital from the sleepy, affluent suburbs of Oakridge. The hypnotic, back-and-forth rhythm of the …
I returned home to visit my elderly mother for her 78th birthday, expecting a warm embrace and the familiar, comforting scent of lavender. Instead, the moment I offered to help her wash up for bed, she flinched in absolute, primal terror. Read More