Mother’s Day
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
Sunday. Mom claimed Mother’s Day is commercial nonsense and then looked genuinely pleased with what I gave her. Human beings should stop pretending wanting to be remembered is a moral weakness. Everybody likes evidence that somebody paid attention.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.