“The same unknown that makes me nurse the thought of my mother’s death, makes me think of the loneliness of everyone who died of the virus. Their loved ones will carry the same wound I carry in my heart. For decades, for the rest of their lives they will be imagining the last moments of […]
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The Stuff That Came Between Mom and Me: A Story About Hoarding
Mom would make excuses about not having cleaned the house. I knew they were lies. I knew her house was full.
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The Stuff That Came Between Mom and Me: A Story About Hoarding
Mom would make excuses about not having cleaned the house. I knew they were lies. I knew her house was full.
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Conversations with My Deaf Mother
Sometimes I tried to persuade myself that she was not really deaf. She was a mischievous prankster, and what better way to keep everyone hopping than to pretend she was deaf, the way every child has, at one point or another, pretended to be blind, or played dead? For some reason, she had forgotten to […]