Sunday, June 3, 2007

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Who am I? Why, you’re Mama.
No, I am not. I am your daughter.
Stop foolin’ me!
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Val Morehouse
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Sonny Rainshine 30 September 2007

Well said. The dialogue format works perfectly and I like that you did not use instrusive and unncessary quotation marks. My own mother's memory held out pretty much until the last 3 or 4 years at the nursing home. She eventually did get to where she couldn't remember the places we'd lived as a family and for some reason that was the deeply sad to me. I still wonder if it wasn't all those drugs they pump them up with in there to keep them quiet that affected her memory. She was sharp as a tack before.

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Ivan Donn Carswell 03 June 2007

Whew, it is sad but beautiful too. The title is poignant and so apt! Rgds, Ivan

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