How long can you hold onto something good? Is all pleasure fleeting? Is this a comic element of being alive, or a tragic one?
Amy Joyce writes about losing her mother to cancer
, not long after she became a mom herself. "When I started thinking about writing about losing my mom, I thought I would be able to fill pages with what exactly has been lost. But it sort of comes down to one thing that my wise 3-year-old said recently, when he didn’t want me to leave his room after a prolonged bath-books-bed routine. He grabbed my arm and wouldn’t let go and whined: 'But I want you forever!'" (HT: @aileengraef) Read the rest