Earlier this week, I held a second memoir-writing workshop here in sunny, slow Alamos, Sonora, Mexico, a colonial puebla full of arches, gringos, and contrasting life stories.
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One day, when her time at the rehab center had just about expired, my mother looked around the sunny room where she had been lying and told her gray-haired children, “I like this place. I think I’ll stay.”
“Mother, this is a rehab center. You get to stay for only six weeks.”
“Call the manager.” (more…)