At My Mother’s Funeral, A Recognition That Rewrote My Love Story

was channeled into work.

Then came Natalie’s seemingly innocent offer during a rare family dinner I’d made time to attend on a Sunday afternoon, feeling guilty about my absence and wanting to maintain our fragile new connection.

“You’re working yourself to death, Becca,” she said, using the childhood nickname I’d always disliked because it made me feel continue reading …