Mature Life Features

… burst a balloon of memories like the hole left in our home when she went off to graduate school, toddler tumbling on the living-room floor with her two younger brothers, a fun and proud Detroit Vanguard Theater afternoon ruined by an officiousCanadiancustomsofficer (all one word), and abruptly stopping laughing and giggling when she realized she’d taken her first steps on her own in a small apartment we rented in another galaxy.

There were more but that’s how they started.