At around noon I walked down to the kitchen to make a snack before my next meeting. I was wearing green sweat pants, slightly discolored from years of washing, and a college sweatshirt. Fall is turning, so this morning I covered up extra with a gray, fleece, Patagonia jacket. Mom stood over the kitchen island sifting through coupon mailers. In the same voice she uses for her new grandchild, she said, “You look so cute!” I kept my head down to hide an embarrassed smirk. I continued to put toge...