When the Rain Ends

by Mary Ellen Taylor

Time had never been her friend. When she was younger and rocking a colicky infant, time had seemed to stop. The days and nights were endless. And now time was spinning faster, turning to dust all around her.

“Sadness is not totally bad. It means the person you lost mattered.”

“I once worked with a chef who said that the discipline powering me through eighteen-hour days would also be my downfall. I used to laugh, but he was right. I missed my twenties while I was working in those kitchens.”