By Angela Hawn
I think my mother is trying to reach me, though it’s not quite as easy as it once was. Even the biggest and most powerful cell service providers haven’t figured out how to dial a phone once you’re dead.
We were close, my mom and I. But we argued, too. Before this most permanent of separations, we could sometimes go days without speaking, either or both so personally aggrieved by some dispute or another, that we’d rather simmer in silence than give voice to compromise.[Read more…] about Hello, Elizabeth