I am in here.
At around the time that I left for college, the emptiness and loneliness that were unavoidably attached to our remote house finally got to my mother. Mom’s mothering instincts, which didn’t lessen with my leaving, needed an object. At that time, teddy bears were enjoying a surge of popularity among children, and thus my mother … Continue reading My mother's bears
I had planned to write some yesterday, since it was my mother’s 85th birthday, as well as the fifth anniversary of her death. I’d like to have written something profound, but I think I said all of that at the time of her death. I’ve thought about her a lot since then, as I suppose … Continue reading Yesterday's anniversaries
Again, I find myself in Miami Beach (or environs, rather — I am in a place north of MB called Sunny Isles). The tedium that you hear in the reading of that sentence has been building for several decades. We always came down here for vacations, Easter vacation especially. I went to a catholic girls’ … Continue reading Morning in Miami
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