“Our Lady of Cancellation / Consolation”
Another mandate to shelter in place. I will have to call Mom, un-invite her to come to the Thanksgiving feast we’d planned. No key lime for Kim, no sleepover, no hotel pool. How could I forgive myself, Lady of Lonely Holidays, if I were the cause of her falling ill? Her cancer-battled body, her oxygen tanks and inhalers. O Lady, give me guilt. Give me guts. I texted her weeks ago about the 20-something friends — Nerem and Norem — their 36-hour hug that broke the Guinness World Record. Let’s do this, I said. Okay, she said. We were going […]
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