母亲去世后，我开始爱上了逛旧货市场。我喜欢在听过的CD、穿过的牛仔裤、围过的丝巾中探寻它们主人曾经的故事，似乎这么一来，这些物品以前见证过的欢笑或是感动就能得以延续……
I like to think that a bit of her laughter, sense of wonder and fun travels with them and that any tears or sadness are long since washed away.
I moved from Chicago to Brooklyn in July of 2004, just in time to watch my mother die. That wasn't why I moved back. She was supposed to be getting better; the chemo was working. I came because I'd rented an apartment with Jay, this cute guy I'd started dating, who was originally from New York too. But a week after pulling up in a U-Haul, I found myself cleaning out my childhood
