my mom was here with us in germany for a few days, or rather over two weeks, a sliver of time which in retrospect seems infinitesimal but while she was here stretched out like melted caramel, bendy and soft and sometimes suffocatingly sweet.
You are a gem. I’m so honored to know you. The way you see, it is all love, and you see the smallest components of life, the most important....thus your title has dual meaning for me. I love what you did with her hair, and your essay is a reminder for us to love our mothers, and as they age maybe we need ri love them like children.
The end is so touching! Reminds me of something my grandparents would on some occasions do, when either of us in the family a generation or two younger would refuse money (but when visiting them!) I loved reading this thoughtful essay, in its entirety.
Beautifully composed. I love how your mother knew exactly where to hide the money.
Thank you💓 & wow what a great observation - i hadn't thought about that! 😅
You are a gem. I’m so honored to know you. The way you see, it is all love, and you see the smallest components of life, the most important....thus your title has dual meaning for me. I love what you did with her hair, and your essay is a reminder for us to love our mothers, and as they age maybe we need ri love them like children.
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The end is so touching! Reminds me of something my grandparents would on some occasions do, when either of us in the family a generation or two younger would refuse money (but when visiting them!) I loved reading this thoughtful essay, in its entirety.
ahh thank you!! 🙏♥️
I loved this. So complicated and richly observed.
gah, thank you so much! 🙏 i feel honored as a big fan of your writing ♥️
I love all the small precious details described—that is what life is composed of and you captured them with such care and reverence. Beautiful.
Thank you!! 🙏💕