Over the past 20 years or so, my mother has moved more times than I can remember. From apartments in South Beach, to houses in LA. From studios in Greenwich Village to a pad in Las Vegas. But the one thing I could always depend on hearing from her throughout each relocation, was the fact that in her mind, WHEREVER she lived...was way too dangerous of a place for me to visit. Ever.
Here's a short, sweet warning note courageously written to me from her ditch near the front line, Staten Island, New York.
Just a reminder:
Over the holidays, it would be a good idea to wear your seat belt.
And don't ever go down to where I'm staying under any circumstances.
Life on the Farm
2 months ago