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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Showing posts with label Ella Fitzgerald. Show all posts
Sunday, May 11, 2014
Mother's Day
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.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Mother's Day
My own mother, Dorothy Bloom, born in 1924, died unexpectedly but very peacefully at the beginning of the month just a month short of her 88th birthday. She was in a hospital upstate (as I languished in my hospital in the city) for observation following an apparently minor cardiac event, had a fun evening of card playing and gossip with relatives and nurses, and then just passed sweetly and swiftly away without any sign of fear or confusion.
She was a greatly exceptional person in just about every way, and it was such good fortune for the five of us to be her child that it seems almost ill-mannered to mourn—like, you want more? Anyway, here's some music, dedicated to her.
She was a greatly exceptional person in just about every way, and it was such good fortune for the five of us to be her child that it seems almost ill-mannered to mourn—like, you want more? Anyway, here's some music, dedicated to her.
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