Low-flying Planes and Memory

My mother died on December 15, 2000. Thats a long time ago. So why do I find myself thinking of her more during this bizarre period of isolation and fear? We were never close. I never referred to her as my best friend, as so many do in their Mothers Day Facebook posts. In fact, for much of her life, we werent friends at all.

A Memory Echoing Across Time

I think, actually, these sudden recollections of my mother have to do not with the pandemic, but with 9/11another domestic tragedy I have...