Walking out

Forty-three years ago, I was carried across the threshold of the only home I would know for 18 years and that my mother would continue to live in for the rest of her life, dying there a few months after the birth of 3B.

A few weeks ago, I walked out of that house for the last time.
That house has been a tremendous gift to me throughout my life. It’s been a safe port in which I’ve weathered many storms, and just knowing that it’s there has made so many other difficulties seem bearable. It’s where I returned to live when I needed to, although I was far too old to reasonably be living with my mother. And so it was there that I carried out part of my email courtship with Mama.
to be continued…


Papa Bradstein will ride 200 miles across Massachusetts in two days to help fight cancer. Please support his ride.

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