My dad died in 2011. This photo is of my mom holding his hand at his bedside the night he entered hospice, the last week of his life. 2011 broke my heart. It’s the year I began losing my hair again from alopecia. It’s also the year I finished my poetry manuscript for How to Make Pink Confetti that was selected for publication the following year. It is the year my daughter was accepted to an outstanding academic program, entered high school, and joined the city youth symphony as a violinist. The year my brother became a father to my amazing nephew who is named for my brother and our father. And remarkably, it is the year my daughter and I sat outside Toys R Us at midnight, a few days before Christmas, laughing uncontrollably when my bra’s underwire popped loose on the left side leaving one of my boobs sagging while the other one was pushed up so I decided to take it off because matching saggy boobs are better than asymmetrical ones, but when I pulled the bra through the sleeve of my top, the hook-and-eye fasteners became tangled in my hair and sweater and my arms, half in and out my top, were flapping around like an octopus.❤
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