We lost my mom just over two years ago. This kind of music—progressive jazz that remembers it comes from the dance floor, and Ella—was her favorite, so I just thought I'd lay it out. I could add that she was about the best mother anybody could ever have, teaching us everything we need to know about food, politics, and love. She's still the audience of all my interior monologues—look, Ma!—but sometimes I miss her like hell, her answering voice.
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