✳flâneur — a map of the web's best reading

Coming Home Again

newyorker.com · 4,425 words · saved by 1 readers

What a son remembers best, when all that is left are memories.

Save this story Save this story When my mother began using the electronic pump that fed her liquids and medication, we moved her to the family room. The bedroom she shared with my father was upstairs, and it was impossible to carry the machine up and down all day and night. The pump itself was attached to a metal stand on casters, and she pulled it along wherever she went. From anywhere in the house, you could hear the sound of the wheels clicking out a steady time over the grout lines of the slate-tiled foyer, her main thoroughfare to the bathroom and the kitchen. Sometimes you would hear her

Explore this link on the map →

related reading