What do you want to be when you grow up?” Adults always asked this in sugar-coated tones. Like, at seven years old, how should I know? And why did they want to know? I had some ideas, four of them: elevator operator, tight rope walker, movie star, a famous writer. Alas, by the time I […]
April 19 – My Mother’s Kitchen
In the five years I’ve lived in a senior living facility, I’ve forgotten how to cook. Not surprising since meals are provided, but sad because I loved cooking. Memories of food, its smells, tastes, texture, begin in my mother’s kitchen, a room as spacious as the bedrooms in our house on Summit View. The floor […]
