It was a Saturday. A beautiful, sunny Saturday, and my husband was away on a trip. I woke up feeling genuinely good - light, optimistic, and for the first time in days, without the back pain that had been quietly following me around. That kind of morning feels like a gift. I made my coffee and did what I always do when I feel that particular combination of energy and possibility. I took a piece of paper and I wrote a list. Clean the kitchen, the floor, the windows. The master

There are hundreds and thousands of photos on my hard drive piled up over the years. Many years. If I’m about to count, 2024 will make it...