RIP, Mom, this life was not for you

My greatest teacher died the other day, at age 91. For the last 34 years of her life — since retirement — Mom became increasingly angry and bitter. Her disdain for humanity and her smoking isolated her from the rich potential of time and untapped talents. She talked of volunteering and painting and travel, but did none of it. She used that talk to buy stuff that would let her pursue those passions, but let them sit in the closet. […]

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