Mom loved us both the same regardless of our headlines. Sure, mom did this deliberately, but I’m unconvinced it was out of pure irritation or anger. For years, my mother kept two newspaper clippings on her fridge: one about me, and one about my sister.Ĭhicken, potatoes, vodka stolen from grocer.” The story was one I had read to my mother, and one we laughed at, but it was made funnier by the notion of making the newspaper. Mitya thinks he’s famous for making the news, and the story ends with him running out to go tell others in the neighborhood. With great dialogue and pacing (I mean, it’s Anton Chekhov), readers learn that Mitya came out of a tavern, drunk, and slipped and fell under a horse, which terrified the horse, which ultimately jumped over Mitya, and a part of the sleigh wacked him and knocked him unconscious. In this story, a disheveled and excited Mitya Kuldarov burst into his parents’ apartment at midnight, waking his mother, father, his sister, and his two little brothers to tell them-to show them-that he made the newspaper. I spent a great deal of time rereading works I read when my mom was alive, and I can tell you for certain the very first thing I reread was “Joy” by Anton Chekhov, translated by Robert Payne. But I did read-I did find occasional solace in literature as a means to heal.
I didn’t read as much as I normally do in a year. My mother’s death really impacted my ability to read. Of the highs, I have a book coming out in 2022 and my nephew was born, cute as a could be (flawless, dashing-what a head of hair!-and otherworldly in the way babies are).
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Two thousand twenty-one has been full of highs and lows. “I’m very sorry,” the officer began, and you can figure out the rest. But the only person to descend those stairs was one of the two officers. 15, 2021, I stood at the bottom stairs of the apartment complex where my mom lived-a place in Bangor, Maine, that housed Native tenants only-and I waited for the officers to complete their wellness check, waited for mom to come down the stairs in her pajamas to yell at me, as she often did when people checked in on her when she didn’t want to be bothered.
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