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June 02, 2013


Ann M

My mom had a lot of Christmas sweatshirts no one could bear to throw, give or wear so a cousin turned them into pillows for each of the kids gkids & ggkids.

Mario in DC

Oh, Tilia ... wear it. If only just the once, wear it, in honour and memory of your mother, and your parents' love for each other, and for Paris ... For all that came to be because of Paris ... And even for that landlady and her wheezy little wiener-dogs. --Mario R.

catriona mcpherson

I agree with Mario! So well put. And what a beautiful story - thank you for sharing it,

Hank Phillippi Ryan

I do want to see the blouse, though..I have some clothes from my mother, and--especially a few of her scarves--I adore wearing them!

Charlaine Harris

I wear my mother's jewelry at least twice a week. It's not my taste at all, but I think of her when I put it on. And all day, I feel I have an angel on my shoulder. She would tell me that is the silliest idea ever, no doubt.

Marcia Talley

Tilia, I graduated from Oberlin, too!

And I agree with the others ... wear the blouse!

Tilia Klebenov Jacobs

I'm thinking I might wear the blouse this weekend. I'm teaching in a men's prison, and I suspect Mom might have gotten a bang out of that.

Marcia, what year were you at Oberlin? I just got back from Reunion Weekend!

Antoinette Falzone

Must you evoke-yet again-so much emotion!

There is no place that is not haunted by many different spirits hidden there in silence...your piece evokes memories we all experience with the passage of time. Deeply personal and really only ever understood by one in intimate reverie.

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