At her request, I took Alice shopping at Goodwill on “Senior Citizens’ Day.” She was once in the clothing business herself and knows about retail mark-up, so a five-dollar blouse slashed to four dollars makes her feel like she’s getting away with something just by being old. Read the rest of this entry »
Alice flew in to Portland three years ago today. She was almost ninety-three years old. (See Alice bin Laden.) Read the rest of this entry »
One of Alice’s earliest memories of Mattie is being tucked inside her big sister’s coat and there, within dark folds of cloth, being twirled round and round. They were eight and four—two spinning sister planets in happy conjunction. Read the rest of this entry »
When Alice’s dentures broke in two last week she wanted me to bring her some Krazy Glue®.
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