Tag: on the occasion of the death of my mother
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“Remembrance–mighty word.”*
I’ve had an interesting enough life, I think. But I’ve never had that impulse before, the almost visceral drive to document my life in prose. The memoir. You could argue that’s what I do here, but I think of this as a selection of very loose-jointed, random snapshots. I get it now. Though it’s not…