Eulogy for Alice Jones

I think of my moth­er are an adven­tur­ous per­son. She thought noth­ing about pack­ing the five of us into a VW bug and head­ing to British Colum­bia. Or, when we were more grown, into a sta­tion wag­on and head­ing to West Vir­ginia, or Boston. When she want­ed to revamp the kitchen cab­i­nets, but couldn’t afford… Con­tin­ue read­ing Eulo­gy for Alice Jones

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