Tag Archives: my mom

It wasn’t the horses

Decades of tension evaporated when she loved her grandchildren, my children, so she came along to the dude ranch with us. She thought the horses caused her backache. It wasn’t the horses. So, newly close, I could help her die, … Continue reading

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Times to Remember

mwahahahamwahahaha If the evil laugh mwahahaha had existed back when my parents were still alive, it would have rung out around the kitchen table whenever someone got set. My mom and dad loved competition. Card games, board games, TV quiz shows: if … Continue reading

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Kittens in a Drawer

This is part of a series, “Scene from a memoir I haven’t written yet.” Kittens in a Drawer I still remember that look on my mother’s face, a creeping mortification that her little girl, her only daughter, had a dark … Continue reading

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