Now My Mother’s Voice Lives With Me

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You could always recognize my mother’s laugh by the timbre of her delight. So rich, so black, so hers. A laugh that made you stop and turn, made you want in on the joke. You know that feeling. At a crowded restaurant, and from a table on the other side of the room, laughter fragrances the air and floats toward your curiosity. And you have to look. You know pleasure when you hear it and, starving, you want in.

I loved making my mother laugh. The sight of her head thrown back, eyes crinkled shut, all of her teeth catching…

Saeed Jones

My memoir, How We Fight For Our Lives, is available for pre-order now and will be published by Simon & Schuster this October.

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