My Life in Lipstick

In the mirror above the dresser, I saw myself opening her drawers and touching her clothing, like a thief or a tabloid reporter. On her dresser, there were perfume bottles, doilies, photographs, piles of paper, ephemera, and a small, round mirror on top of which were arranged a few long, golden tubes filled with waxy lipstick. ...more

You reminded me of when my Mom died five years ago. Despite everything else going on, it seemed ...more