Forsythia

“My Mom’s favorite.”

I’ve been driving around the Catskills for days and everywhere I go on the side of the road there’s giant explosions of forsythia. My Mom’s favorite. She’d always bring some branches into the house. I hear the word in her voice, her excitement “the forsythia are out!”

I’m here to sit alone and write about her, about her life, to tell her stories. The for…