Stevieslaw: A Good Kick in the Pants
I liked to visit my mother at the nursing home in the mornings. She loved to be served breakfast. She would sit in the big easy chair we had salvaged from her home, like a queen on her throne, and savor the food on her tray—usually something like oatmeal and stewed prunes, as she watched some talk show or other. She’d have the sound up to a level that would make a jack-hammerer wince. She never used her hearing aids. Read more »
