…stly I remember how happy my mom looked, the buoyant way she swayed her arms, smile like a skyline. She appeared firmly in the present, too, like there was no where else she’d rather be, like nothing else was on her mind.
There’s much about the moment I remember. I remember relishing the lack of self-consciousness, the way the music grounded me in the present. I remember the carpet below my bare feet, the wash of afternoon light. But mostly I remember how ha…
They go to work
They eat a lot
They sleep little
They live even less
And they never read favorite books.