“Everything’s good but my brain. The usual,” I told my friend when she asked how I was doing this week in our Mom group chat. “I think this is just how my life is going to be now,” I said. Hopelessness wasn’t the right word for this sentiment. It was more of a sad resolve….

I wasn’t sure how to answer the recent question, “Will there be possums in Heaven?” “There better not be?” doesn’t seem fitting. Her heaven would be full of possums. “Will we sleep in heaven?” “I hope so!” would be my thought. “Please no!” would be hers. If so, she wants to share a bunk bed…