14 March 2013
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The couch I spend my Sundays on, and my Saturdays, used to sit on the shiny, wood floor of our living room. In winter months, it gave ...
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23 August 2012
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My mother's hands were strong. She was small, shorter than me, taller than most of her friends (she loved librarians, little ladies who ...
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17 June 2012
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My mother died one year ago today. As the clock stroke 1:02 pm I sat next to my brother Michael and cried as we drove to the cemetery to vis...
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31 May 2012
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Love is infinitely more durable than hate . My mother died 346 days ago. What has loss done to you, what do you see when you fall aslee...
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14 May 2012
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Yesterday, we drove the Rendezvous home for the last time. The road, green and dappled, winds from Brooklyn to our house, a 32.5 mile stretc...
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06 May 2012
Unveiling.
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Dear Mom, The last time we stood here was a little less than a year ago. The sun was shining; a huge yellow butterfly hovered round you...
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02 May 2012
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Dear Mom, On Sunday, we lay the stone on your grave. The cemetery has been there since 1917, there are small hills and oak trees, ocean ai...
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13 April 2012
The big and the small.
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Dear Mom, Last night, on my way home from work, I thought about what we'd talk about if we could ( Rise, Mother, rise! We are under Ap...
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09 April 2012
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Dear Mom, Today is your birthday. You would have turned 58 today. We're going to spend your birthday together, Mom, me and Adam and Mi...
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06 April 2012
An Appeal from Whistling Swan, the Doll Maker's Daughter.
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A few months ago I wrote the foreword for the book which accompanied Animal Cabaret, an exhibition of the works of Alice Mary Lynch , Par...
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03 April 2012
7 stars.
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On Friday night, I dreamt of my mother. My last dream with her was terrifying, a nightmare like those of childhood, the kind where the...
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24 March 2012
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Sit with me a minute. Pull up your chair, turn down your music. It's been so long since we've talked. I've needed these 2 months...
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21 March 2012
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So we go there, where nothing is waiting. Your small hand is not there for me to hold, your shoulder is not there to support my head as I cr...
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16 January 2012
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My mother wanted to see the fjords of Norway, to sail down the crevasse in a ship with her children beside her. She wanted to take a Fire an...
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