Tag Archives: my mom
Toni O.
My mom died a few days ago. Generally I try to keep private things private and probably would have continued doing so had it not been for those waves, those unexpected bomboras of grief that were breaking me down. A … Continue reading
Posted in Art Narratives, Beauty, female consciousness, People, storytelling
Tagged Condition of possibility, grief, Mark Twain, Moe Bauschez photographer, my mom, Toni O
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La matriarca
The Way I Want to Remember Her (foto by Brian Nowlin…thanks Brian)



