Maria Sebastian An Easter Epiphany
"I'll Have What She's Having" -- When Harry Met Sally I found myself hoping my ankles never sag over my shoe straps some day, like hers, the egg-shaped woman near us at brunch. My hair should know better than to thin so, my back smarter than to roll forward—boy, it hurt that woman to walk to the restroom. Part bunny-hop, part wobble, she scrambled chair by chair, the way a kid follows a fence, hand over hand, balancing along a beam-like border. Shoulders, don't let me down the way hers have. (Does she catch bowling balls for a living?) Soon, she joined her girlfriends back at their table,