Sublime

Betty no longer recognized her husband, children, and grandchildren.

Somerville, near the Cambridge line. The neighborhood was known as Little Lisbon,

It came all of a sudden, all at once, and brought with it a terrible wind. Soon after it arrived all the nice things my parents had worked so hard to gather and had arranged so beautifully were blown right off the life they’d held so firmly in place, were wrapped up in newspaper and put into separate boxes, and some of those boxes went who knows

bloviating

lurid

“I did,” he says, “and every time we came across a snake, I had to completely disassociate and pretend it wasn’t happening so the kids I was hanging out with wouldn’t find out.”

Dreams for My Children

blasé