Last week, something strange and surprisingly emotional happened while I was doing laundry. My son had worn his dad's hoodie home—a person I haven’t seen in over three years, and who I associate with one of the darkest chapters of my life. As I was sorting clothes, I casually did the "smell test" on the hoodie. What happened next felt like I was being transported into another realm. The scent hit me like a memory bomb. My body responded before ... Read the Post...
