A Conversation Between My Mother and Me

My mother had 13 years from the time the youngest of her three sons—that would be me—went off to college and her passing in December 1998 at the age of 67. We’d visit her on Long Island, as she continued to live in the house in which we’d grown up in Albertson, New York, sometimes…

A Little Sweet Bowling Vignette: So Old!

I had a running commentary with a younger friend this past year about how very old I am. But for much longer it has been a running commentary with my son, Nicholas. Lifting up a box of books, back going out on our weekly hike, or just moving slowly on a weekday morning, I can…