But who is not there to greet me is my mama. Agh. I flew in in the turbulence and rain and landed in New Orleans and thought this is the first time in my life that my mother wasn’t the first one I called when I landed, wasn’t who I had on my mind returning home, and at the same time she was all I had on my mind. We bury my mother according to…
I am in this NY hotel room just pouring over photographs of my mother. I’m glad they are all about joy. Valentines Day with Beth and Kerry – Tatjana is taking the photo: The Turkish party at the LaLa where Mom said Laurie dressed as a Turk reminded her of Barry, her lovah! Breakfast at Bakery Cafe with Yusuf, a real live hunky Turk Sitting on the front porch of the LaLa with her brothers…
Mother died today, or was it yesterday? It’s a few minutes passed midnight and I was awakened out of a sleeping pill haze in a hotel room in NY and told my mother had passed. All I could think of is how my mother told me that she thanks god every day for me, and I now find myself saying the same thing back to her. My mother was quite a character, a sort of…