Month: June 2013

Take It, Pitch It

One of my mother’s and my favorite pastimes when I’m in Delaware is to stroll through her house so I can identify all the things I want when she dies. On occasion when I point to something I like, she commands cheerfully, “Just take it.” Over the years I’ve stuffed my suitcase with a little silver snuffbox, a women’s boot pistol, a gunpowder tester, a brass lock, an old china perfume bottle. This time I […]

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My Mommy

I’m in Delaware visiting my mommy. I have no pictures of our looking for good chocolate in the gourmet grocery store or going to the makeup store and sitting in matching chairs getting beautified by the beautification experts (and leaving the store with enough makeup to stock a cavalry). She made my favorite—potato boats—for dinner. Now she’s retired for the evening and I’m bored. It’s fairly stinking hot and humid but oh so green everywhere […]

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