It's so easy to get lost in that dark place, to inhabit it with every part of your being.
Last year my widowed mother spent most of the year battling and then recovering from breast cancer. During the holiday season, I was fortunate enough to reconnect with my grandmother Frances's last remaining sibling, my great aunt. It was almost like having Frances there with me.
Relationships are always emotionally complex, but for a group of college freshmen girls working to better know themselves, female friendships must seem practically impossible.
I can't tell my story without telling the story of my grandmother Frances. Raised during the Great Depression by her grandmother, Frances's life was not one of fairytales. She married the love of her life, and brought 5 children into this world.