April 2, 2003
Whenever my parents visit me, they end up taking over my place. My mother will cook every meal, as if she flew here specifically for that purpose. I take her shopping every two days since she only shops for the short-term. The funniest part about grocery-shopping with her is the running commentary she makes about how much more fresh and wonderful groceries are on the East Coast. I don’t know who’s she’s convincing: my father or herself. The urge to nurture never dies, and when it bumps up against long-distance boundaries, the best it can do is be hopefully optimistic.