There’s a certain shade of red that reminds me of my mother. It reminds me of being sick and snuggling in her big warm bed and watching everything and nothing on daytime cable TV and hearing the clink of saltines as she puts them on a plate downstairs and knowing that there will be Campbell’s chicken noodle soup later.
A glimpse of the right color can change my whole day.
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Emily P.G. Erickson is a freelance writer and editor specializing in mental health and parenting. She has written for top digital publications, including The New York Times, the American Psychological Association, Wired, Health, Parents, Everyday Health, Verywell Mind, and more.
Previously, Emily researched PTSD for the U.S. Department of Veterans Affairs and earned a master's in counseling psychology.
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