In the year following my mother’s passing, it felt as if her ghost draped afterimages heavy as a shearling coat over me. My body took on her limitations. I developed sciatica.
My Mother’s Ghost by Joanne Lozar Glenn
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Secrets of the Suddenly Single by Joanne M. Lozar Glenn
Grocery stores are problematic. Butchers shrink wrap pairs of salmon steaks, slap on gold foil labels that say “Dinner for Two.”
