“We must lose our mothers.” That’s what they say. The words of my mother’s friend Sarah are always returning to me, like a Greek chorus, like the Miami Beach blues. “We must lose our mothers.” If we must lose our mothers, do we also have to hear these words echo in our memories reminding...
Monthly Archives: May 2010
Broken china
I save the China my mother loved. Older women easily recognize the Johnstone rose pattern. I even save the dishes when they break. I remember when my mother got into redecorating our small dining room on Fabian Place in Newark. She never did anything like this before. She picked out a showy, striped shade...
one of those streets
One of those streets for the young woman killed in Newark the other day because she loved another woman I was going to say this was one of those streets. Walkin’, talkin’, takin’ down the beat. It’s just that, I was a young girl there once too. Shopped on the weekends, pizza...