My daughter-in-law thought a text message could justify leaving my grandson unsupervised at the airport.

and that Cecille’s personal belongings deserved thoughtful and respectful management. I organized her library, which occupied three walls of the parlor, making deliberate choices regarding which titles to retain, what to donate to charity, and what to distribute to her close companions. A specific collection of Neruda’s poetry was sent to Miriam, her continue reading …