In the month after my mother died, I suddenly looked around at my house and saw certain things that were just unacceptable to me. Things that I felt my mother was being polite about. She rarely judged things in my house; she had come to the conclusion that I had to learn to live my own life. But after she was gone, I found I could no longer live with certain things.
I suddenly found my silverware box unbearable.
It was the blue felt piece that it came in originally, the one that basically wrapped the silverware in a blue snuggy, with slots for the ...
