The Paradox of You
When my mother was dying in East Jefferson Hospital in November of 2009, I didn’t know my son had already been born. I had braided her once thick hair into tiny braids on each side of her face, which gave her a youthful appearance. She had entered the hospital on Bastille day, having called me late in the evening saying something’s wrong. I was walking home to the LaLa from Swirl with Tatjana, who was…