We're always asking for too much in this office. First it was raspberries. Now it is kiwis. The kiwis roll around on the table in our office kitchen then rot. At work, I sit on the second floor of a ... [+]
Mamma always had a love for other people's possessions. One of my earliest memories is walking to the park, my hand firmly tucked into hers. I was an impulsive child, and likely would have darted into traffic after a passing butterfly if she hadn't kept a vice-like grip on me. I like to think she was trying desperately to protect me, but knowing what I know now, it's just as likely that she was holding my hand to keep herself grounded. Regardless of her intent, I can feel the connection still – two magnets drawn together, fingers intertwined. We were playing one of our imaginary games. Mamma