This is the first chapter of my memoir-in-progress, about relationships between mothers and daughters from both sides of the divide. It is tentatively titled "How Little We Know."
Chapter One: Click
My mother habitually flipped her dentures in and out of place with her tongue, most energetically when she was reading.
Click click. Click click.
It was the only sound in our cramped Bronx kitchen as she read her book or magazine those occasional evenings my father didnâ€™t come home for Read more