My Mother's Hands
By WENDY HODGE The very first memory I have is of my mother's hands on my forehead. Her cool fingers, long and thin, were pressed to my skin to gauge how much fever I had. I was 4…
By WENDY HODGE The very first memory I have is of my mother's hands on my forehead. Her cool fingers, long and thin, were pressed to my skin to gauge how much fever I had. I was 4…