Fifteen years after my mother-in-law died, she knocked at my
door in a dream. I cried as I hugged her. She wanted very much to thank me, so
fervently, for all the letters I sent when she was far away in a nursing home.
I wrote often, even after her daughter told me to stop because “you’re wasting
your time.”
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My parents lived in Greenwich Village when I was born, but moved to Queens when I was still very young. They chose an apartment in Woodside ... -
1952, age 9: Newly motherless and too young to fully appreciate the effort it must have taken my dad to have a tree and gifts that year, I s...
And this is making me cry a little too.
ReplyDeleteYou have the very best dreams!
ReplyDeleteWow, you really do have good dreams.
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