March 23

Mama Is a Four-Letter Word

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August was hot, the air conditioner droned, and my mother burrowed beneath the blankets of her four-poster bed. Tiny aisles of carpet led to the bathrooom and kitchen, where she wobbled back and forth, using thee packing cartons as handrails…

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