The Tuxedo Archives
Abstract
My friend Marilyn has a girlfriend, Roaslind, who converses regularly with her late mother, but only while driving alone in the car. The chats are usually brief, slid in-between runs to the bank or the grocery store. Rosalind checks in with her mom about her day just as she always had, updates her on the latest goings-ons, asks for guidance when she needs it. Often, she gets answers. What is most remarkable to me about these conversations is how routine they have become in Rosalind’s life. She has found a way to accommodate the loss of her mother while continuing their immutable bond.