My church isn’t holding Ash Wednesday services. I find that problematic, but instead of complaining I’m meeting my older sister and am attending church with her. Later we’ll have a dinner she may or may not let me pay for. I put on somewhat churchier clothes this morning: black flats, grey jeans, a black blazer and what is apparently the only top in my closet that shows all of my boobs. It’s a grey and white striped tee shirt that is always, always, always a surprise in its cleavage-baring capabilities. The kind of surprise you don’t notice until you glance down trying to find your coffee cup and find yourself staring at boobs instead.

From dust I came, to dust I shall return… but the push-up bra will take somewhat longer to decompose.