Monday, October 29, 2012


I want to tell my mother about seeing Streisand and the movie Argo. I want to tell her how bad Reynaldo is being again. I want to ask her about the nasty cut that runs under my fingernail and how to keep it clean.

Seeing the holiday decorations in the drugstore made me sad because I will never wrap another Christmas gift for her, ever again. She'll never hug me again.

One person can leave a terrible void.

I miss her.