I traveled from New York to Leiden to visit my mother who was ailing with advanced lung disease. On my first morning, groggy with jet lag, I found her at my bedside, holding my favorite biscuits. “How did you get up here?” I asked, knowing she can’t easily climb the stairs to the second floor anymore. Smiling, a little embarrassed, she replied, “Very slowly, one step at a time.” Later, I recounted this interaction to my therapist, a bit irritated by the drama of her effort. “That’s a little over the top,” I said. “No, that’s love,” he replied. — Daniella van Gennep
Positively Purging-I welcome your feedbacks in the comments and your likes and passing the real life wisdom on to others as I embark on this new venture of “positively purging“, as I know each of these pieces represents something…
