“The Phony Mother”

Alaska Quarterly Review | Fall/Winter 2015

“I am old enough that people congratulate me on the simple fact of being alive, although until I was this old I always thought, please God not me. Please let me die before I’ve lost my senses and no one wants to listen to me anymore. But so near death, I don’t know. I always loved heights, could hardly keep myself from jumping just for the thrill of it, but now it’s as if I stood on the far edge of the world, hesitating. There are still things I’d like to say.

“No doubt I’ve already said them. “