“Old Lady Bruises”

An essay about aging by Rachel ThompsonYou’ve seen them— old man or old lady—they’re everywhere. Molded from common cast. Their forearms look as if they’ve reached into the jaws of death. But, perhaps, they had only reached for a can of tuna. You wonder if it’s cancer or medication, or another sign of death’s encroachingContinue reading ““Old Lady Bruises””