Tag: mother

As a boy I watched my 19th century mother wash seven sets of sheets every Monday in the machine with the rhythmic agitator sounding like drums in elevator music

I am next to the palm tree just before the slope down to Silver Street before it was uprooted, before the middle girls were born, before the first letter of the

We sat in my daughter’s comfortable home and talked of what made me a pacifist, my non-combatant military experience and the lieutenant colonel in New York who