Getting Mama Ready

The Last Bath

  In 1966, when we got word of my father’s death, it was my brother’s crying that frightened me most. The way he beat at the wall and yelled about the men he would grow up and kill one day.  Mama had worried that her death would undo Frank. Maybe she’d remembered his cries from [Read More...]

Mother Steel & Marlo Thomas

Marlo Thomas

  I worry that we have only changed out addictions. Traded in the packs of smokes for boxes of nicotine gum and increasingly larger doses of morphine that appears to offer very little pain relief. I fight this urge to walk up to completely random people and lecture them about the evils of smoking. I [Read More...]


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