Mom

We sent balloons to my mom for her 82nd birthday celebration exactly one year ago. It was the first time she had been out to see her friends in six months due to

As I was falling back asleep this morning, I was in the liminal space between consciousness and sleep. My mom called my name. Jeff, she said. It was in her normal, strong voice

I don’t know why your hair bothers me so much.

By some strange coincidence my mom and my cat are on some of the same medications.

My mother is up in New York. They’re with another group of people. They are having a great time.