This one is for every woman who's been trying to make "right now" look like "back then".

The Easter dress doesn't fit anymore. Neither does the life it came from.

Easter, 1957. That's me. And that world is gone now — and that's okay.

Easter Sunday, 2026

I chose something different today.
Not by accident. Not because I had nothing else to do.
I chose to sit with myself.

Soup on the stove. A show murmuring in the background. The kind of quiet you have to build on purpose because it doesn’t come freely anymore.

I wonder i…