I overslept, and woke up to discover that I have lost my voice!
Yes, I realize this sounds metaphorical and tragic, but no, I’ve truly lost my voice. I can barely speak; I’m just glad today is not a teaching day.
But it’s made me think of gaining my voice again, in writing, in this blog, even, and I am so happy to be here, once more.
Yet, the guilt settles in as well. Guilt that I’m enjoying life–even though I know that’s what she would want–when my mother is gone from this world.
The Postmodern Bluestocking 