How to Let Go

Or maybe how not to.....

My mother (right) and my Aunt Weezie, holding on at the Jersey Shore, mid 1940s.

I found this piece in my journal a few weeks ago, and I’ve been tinkering with it for a while. (And by that I mean: editing and unediting it to death.) Today, it said, “Omg, LET GO!” “Ha ha ha HA,” I said, (given the subject matter.)

Still, I’m doing what it told me to beca…