Silk dresses and Mexico

I was told to pack lightly so I took second hand silk

I was 55 and freshly divorced.

Pain had splattered my days, shrunk my spirit.

Without its weight I rose upwards like a bubble to the surface and took a gulp of laughing air.

I was buoyant with possibility.

I had never considered myself pretty.

I was considered precocious as a baby because I spoke well before I was one years old.

People would look in my pram a…