Sometimes what we feel isn’t actually what’s true. I was walking home from the mall, the same route I always take. The weather was pleasant, and I had just finished sending a friend an audio message. I was enjoying the late afternoon outing. My daughter works at the mall, which is about a 15-minute walk away. Sometimes, when her husband needs the car, he drops her off at my place until her shift starts. I walk with her, and then I walk home on my own. Usually this happens in

Some thoughts keep coming back—not because they’re true, but because we’ve stopped pulling them out. ⸻ I have a mole hair. It grows out of a small mole on my right thigh. It’s stiff, pokey, and no matter how many times I pluck it, it always comes back. The plucking part is not simple. Because of my low vision, I have to attempt it by feel. That means I need to accurately locate it and it has to be long enough to grab without grabbing the mole itself. Miss, and I pinch the ski