Okimono, Elegy: Little Ivory Fisherman on Stand of Cherry Wood
‘Sometimes,’ I ventured, ‘it doesn’t occur to boys that their mother was ever young and pretty.’ My children are younger than many objects in my house, a fact I regularly remind them of. “Don’t break that dish, young lady, I’ve had it longer than you.” Not to put them in their place, but to let […]
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‘Sometimes,’ I ventured, ‘it doesn’t occur to boys that their mother was ever young and pretty.’ My children are younger than many objects in my house, a fact I regularly remind them of. “Don’t break that dish, young lady, I’ve had it longer than you.” Not to put them in their place, but to let
