Kiss and Run?
The first day of May. May Day. When I was a child (a day or two ago), I followed the Midwest first of May custom of fashioning small napkin baskets, then filling them with candy and a flower or two. Step Two: I would sneak up to a house, ring the doorbell, deposit a basket on the step, and dash away. The recipient's job was to catch me and kiss me. Such fun! Such warm excitement for a nine-year-old! Such fakey, slowed-down running….
Today I will make a basket for my love, ring our bell, grab him and kiss him. He can't run anymore and I certainly don't want to miss the kiss.
I'd like to reach out to you, dear reader, too. So in seven days you will get your special May Day/Mother's Day gift:
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THE LAST VIOLET: MOURNING MY MOTHER, MOVING BEYOND REGRET
By the way, this is my 100th post. Another celebration is in order, don't you think? Maybe not. I've been lax lately.
Do you have memories to share about May 1? Have you read The Last Violet? Have you lost your mother?