Dominoes
I was up early this past Sunday morning. I haven't been sleeping all that well through most nights, my mind racing with so many thoughts, emotions and fears. The sun was shining brightly on this early September Morning, and with the passage during the night of a strong cold front, fall was now unofficially here. I ambled over to the kitchen and soon found myself standing over the sink as I washed and scoured the dishes, pots and pans that lay there from the night's dinner before. As I stood in silence, with the only other sound being that of the water running from the faucet, a vision of my mom in that moment arose. There were many times that, as a child, I would awaken early on a weekend to find her in the kitchen doing the same thing as I was doing now. I would ask her, "Why are you up so early doing dishes?". Her response to me was always the same. "This is my time to myself." I understood, in the moment I was in now, just what she meant when...