― p>One day, it seemed, I woke up and realized, I am my mother.I take high blood pressure and cholesterol pills and have the same green plastic pill box with compartments for each day of the week. My back aches like hers did.My aging skin takes buckets of moisturizer to look dewy. The pounds are not just creeping on, they're piling on. Sleep? What's that?I can't even remember where I put the cinnamon, much less events for the memoir I'm midway through. It seemed like just yesterday I was 35 and [...].