And that’s when the storm rolled in.
Here’s the thing about being 39. You know your body. You’ve made peace with the C-section scar, the mosquito-bite mole on your left rib, the way your thighs ripple when you walk down stairs. But knowing your body and showing your body to 30 strangers while holding a kale smoothie are two very different things. And that’s when the storm rolled in
Paula laughed nervously. “Just turning 39. I feel more like ‘expired milk’ than ‘newborn.’” You’ve made peace with the C-section scar, the
August 12th Location: Somewhere deep in the woods, where the Wi-Fi is weak and the spirits are strong “Just turning 39
The drive took three hours. The last mile was a dirt path lined with ferns so tall they scraped the side of her Subaru. Paula, ever the over-packer, had brought three suitcases for a weekend. She didn’t know yet that she wouldn’t need a single zipper.