Piecrust on the ceiling? I stood there staring at the clumps of dough now clinging to the ceiling above me. Having arrived there by accident, the clumps clung tightly out of place. They told the story of ingredients, stirred over and over, creating the perfect mashup of loss, tragedy, and loneliness.
The lady behind the airline counter looked as if she couldn’t have cared less. I was at the airline’s special help desk, holding my airline confirmation email for a flight now leaving in forty minutes.
Last winter, my world turned upside down. Health issues I battled reared their ugly head. These issues caused financial burdens and negatively impacted my marriage, relationships, and life overall. There was no area of my life my illness hadn’t touched.