June 14, 2010
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Into My Mother’s World
When she sat in her chair, at her desk, we all knew we were supposed to be quiet, and leave her alone.“Go outside and play,” my father would tell us, or, “Go to your room and play,” if the weather was uncooperative.
My older brothers had no problem with going out or into one of their rooms to hang out while my mother wrote.
Sometimes, I’d go off with my younger brother and play. Other times, I’d promise to be quiet, and I would sit on the sofa, behind her.
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap…
My mother was completely immersed in whatever world she was writing about.
My imagination went to work:
