one last story

Mom died on December 1st, at 2:20 in the afternoon, New York time. When someone you love is sick, and you call them to say hello, somehow, it doesn't occur to you that this might be your last conversation with them. Mine was about a recipe. Mom made the greatest stuffed cabbage ever, holoptzas, one... Continue Reading →

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