I used the bathroom twice while I was at Lucille’s apartment. I waited too long to write about it because I’ve forgotten a lot of details. Was a terrycloth bathrobe hanging off the hook on the door? Did I see it from the long mirrored medicine cabinet? What shampoos or soaps were in the combo [...]
When my mom parked her coupe in my driveway that morning, she asked if should she take her raincoat and umbrella. “It’s not going to rain,” I said dismissively. Los Angeles has a rainy season, November to March, and it was late May. Maybe some early June gloom, but rarely rain, not even a drizzle…
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Well, it was nothing like an army barracks.
I don’t know why it’s taken me over two months to write this entry, but I think it has to do with my ambivalence with blogs in general, which (I hope) will be the topic of a future post.
Lucille’s last home was a place called The Village. She [...]