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…

Margaret Atwood on story

“There’s the story, then there’s the real story, then there’s the story of how the story came to be told. Then there’s what you leave out of the story. Which is part of the story too.” ~ Margaret Atwood, MaddAddam, as quoted in the Oct. 14, 2013, issue of The New Yorker