Onward to the Memory Room
“Five kids, and not one made room for Mom. Oh, well. Thems the breaks.”
I was taking my mother to live with Saint Monica, my sister. My mother would live with her while waiting for the “home” to have a spot for her. Could be a day, or weeks. (Someone had to die first, and there were many distinct possibilities. One guy was 104.)
assisted living, nursing home.
I am so afraid of dyingplease,
nitpickcut it the hellout. What’s My Line?
We don’t deserve her. She’s a ballerina, let this delicate dancer be, this child who will never do drugs and who will graduate summa cum whatever from an almost Ivy. She’s too good for us lice.
First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win!
I see him, I see him!I love you, Neil! I love you Buzz! I love you both so much!
Jane McCafferty is author of two novels, One Heart and First You Try Everything, both from HarperCollins, and two story collections, Thank You For The Music, from HarperCollins and Director of the World, from Uuniversity of Pittsburgh Press, reissued by Carnegie Mellon Press.
Her work has received The Drue Heinz Prize, an NEA, two Pushcarts, and other awards, and she's been working on a new novel and story collection. She teaches at Carnegie Mellon, and for The Madwomen Writers Workshop at Carlow University, and in the community of Pittsburgh.
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