Before, I was unremarkable. Now my very being begs a litany of questions, such as, “Wait, why does she have all those sticks?

When the kids were growing up, we had a giant weeping willow tree in the backyard ... To add insult to injury, every wispy branch that didn’t shed slapped you in the face with its serrated leaves when ...

When the kids were growing up, we had a giant weeping willow tree in ... every wispy branch that didn't shed slapped you in the face with its serrated leaves when you passed by.

When the kids were growing up, we had a giant weeping willow tree in ... every wispy branch that didn’t shed slapped you in the face with its serrated leaves when you passed by.