The Box at the Back of My Closet
And why it haunts me. My mother died at the age of 96. I think of her as having lived until 92 and then taking a long, leisurely approach to death. That autumn when she was 92, she had a…
And why it haunts me. My mother died at the age of 96. I think of her as having lived until 92 and then taking a long, leisurely approach to death. That autumn when she was 92, she had a…