I've Been Writing Full-time Since I Was

Any Parent Knows How To Be The Ideal Parent.

It's All Real In Outside, Everything There Is, Because I Saw An Airplane In The Blue Between The Clouds. Ma And Me Can't Go There Because We Don't Know The Secret Code, But It's Real All The Same. Before I Didn't Know To Be Mad That We Can't Open Door, My Head Was Too Small To Have Outside In It.

Ma's Still Nodding. "you're The One Who Matters, Though. Just You." I Shake My Head Till It's Wobbling Because There's No Just Me.

I Got In The Habit Of Giving Away A Book As Soon As I've Finished It Because I Lived In A Housing Co-op At Cambridge And Had No Space To Keep Books.

My Mother Was Wonderfully Out About Her Dementia. She Would Sort Of - She Would Say To Me, I Came Out To The Window Cleaner About Having Dementia. You Know, I Love The Way That Verb For Coming Out Of The Closet Has Now Become So Socially Useful For All Sorts Of Situations, Like When You Need To Explain To The Window Cleaner That You Don't Know If You Paid Him Or Not.