Holding my mother’s hand
5 min readAug 10, 2021
and looking in the mirror
My mother moved in with me a short time ago. Or more properly, she moved back in with me.
She had decided, just over a year ago, to move in with my sister. Driving her was my pending move to Oklahoma.
She decided that suffering the cat pee infused house with 9 nearly feral cats, with overly steep steps, a questionable neighborhood and my…
