I woke up this morning and rolled over to hit the snooze bar on the alarm clock, and at the same time, I caught a glimpse of my arm in the early twilight. My first thought was, “Who’s arm?” It didn’t quite look like my arm. It was slender and graceful, not my chubby arm.
I lay there for a moment trying to take in this unusual visual perception of my own body part and was reminded of something that happened to me on Wednesday. View full article »
