Things

I wandered around Mom’s apartment a lot today, looking over objects in every room that I remember from toddlerhood. I thought I should want something. My husband thought I should want something. I only chose a few of Dad’s old things to give to my son. I wanted nothing, not even the portrait she’d had Continue reading Things

safe

Went to Mom’s apartment today for the first time since we were there for the Labor Day fireworks. I drank a warm beer while I went through her desk, looking for the combination to her safe. No luck. She’d gone through a whole exercise of hiding the combo and showing me where the hiding place Continue reading safe