All’s Well

By Kathryn Silver-Hajo

Considering she was approaching 100, she was doing fine. She still planned dinner with her daughters most days, even put on a few pounds. She enjoyed having a cup of coffee with the neighbors at 4:00 every afternoon, nodding when they spoke of a son getting engaged or how expensive cherries were at the market. When her eldest son FaceTimed her, stroking his new silver-fox goatee proudly, and asked, “Do you know who I am?” she squinted at the screen. “Of course,” she said without a trace of irony. “You’re a very old man at the end of your life.”

“I write because all the strange, sad, wondrous, disturbing, puzzling, horrific and gorgeous things I’ve experienced in my life keep poking at me until I finally relent and give them expression.” – the writer

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