Penny Jackson
I will never know. I can’t fit all the pieces of my mother’s life together like a jigsaw puzzle.
I will never know. I can’t fit all the pieces of my mother’s life together like a jigsaw puzzle.
I wanted to stay on the cruise boat to sunbathe, but my mother wanted to see The Jewish Ghetto of Trieste.
I do not know if Ida knows my name. She does not remember that her son Gary left me ten years ago for a twenty-two year old nurse at his hospital. I have seen Ida more often than I have seen my ex-husband, who has moved to Anchorage, Alaska and now has two sons with his second wife.