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were just a few moments when she and I were alone together in her room and at one point she gave me a sad look and said, “Oh Susan Ann,” so I bent down and hugged her —And she pulled my hair.“Sorry, mom,” I laughed, thinking Dear God, did I nearly just suffocate my tiny mom with my mop?“It’s a lot… of hair,” she whispered.No way.“You had that nice…” she continued.“Pixie?” I finished for her, feeling eight years-old all over again and caught with my hair out of its Joan-decreed ponytail and about to get the “Your face is too small for all that hair, young lady!” lecture.She nodded.“So you’re telling me I drove six hours to see you, because I’ve been worried sick about you, only for you to tell

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me I need a haircut?”And then she did this smile-shrug-who-me? thing and I knew. She’s sick now but she’s coming back. And she’s bringing hairbands.Because some things never change.This piece is part of a series called “Life On The Inside.” You can find the entire series here on Medium and on <a href="https://susanmccorkindale.substack.com/">Substack</a>.If you’d like to check out my other work, I invite you to visit my <a href="https://linktr.ee/SusanMcCorkindale">Linktr.ee </a>for my books, TED Talk, and copywriting portfolio.And finally, a huge thank you to all of you. Your notes texts and messages mean the world to me. Thank you so much for joining me on this journey.Susan xo</article></body>

LIFE ON THE INSIDE

Some Things Never Change

My mom, Joan, with my incredible brother, Nick.

I’m not going to go into all the details right now because it’s Saturday morning and we’re racing to check out of the hotel and drop Rob at the airport and then race to 81 or 78 or I don’t know what to get home so Mr. I Needed a Court Order to Attend Thanksgiving can go to work, but I’m going to tell you this.

It was frequently tough to follow my mom when we saw her. And it was sad. She was clear and then fuzzy, fuzzy and then clear.

But when she had something to say, she got it out.

There were just a few moments when she and I were alone together in her room and at one point she gave me a sad look and said, “Oh Susan Ann,” so I bent down and hugged her —

And she pulled my hair.

“Sorry, mom,” I laughed, thinking Dear God, did I nearly just suffocate my tiny mom with my mop?

“It’s a lot… of hair,” she whispered.

No way.

“You had that nice…” she continued.

“Pixie?” I finished for her, feeling eight years-old all over again and caught with my hair out of its Joan-decreed ponytail and about to get the “Your face is too small for all that hair, young lady!” lecture.

She nodded.

“So you’re telling me I drove six hours to see you, because I’ve been worried sick about you, only for you to tell me I need a haircut?”

And then she did this smile-shrug-who-me? thing and I knew. She’s sick now but she’s coming back. And she’s bringing hairbands.

Because some things never change.

This piece is part of a series called “Life On The Inside.” You can find the entire series here on Medium and on Substack.

If you’d like to check out my other work, I invite you to visit my Linktr.ee for my books, TED Talk, and copywriting portfolio.

And finally, a huge thank you to all of you. Your notes texts and messages mean the world to me. Thank you so much for joining me on this journey.

Susan xo