Moving From One Coast to the Other
I get the simple urge to rid myself of various things every now and then, picturing in my head a reptile shedding its skin and starting anew. That’s me, I say to myself. That’s what I’m doing now.
Haircut
I gave all my hair away.
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“Gramps, we bought the house back.”
It’s surprising to me to see my aunts crying as hard as they are when we say this; I don’t know its significance.