Alright Now

Now My Mother’s Voice Lives With Me

Saeed Jones
Jun 25, 2019 · 4 min read
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You could always recognize my mother’s laugh by the timbre of her delight. So rich, so black, so hers. A laugh that made you stop and turn, made you want in on the joke. You know that feeling. At a crowded restaurant, and from a table on the other side of the room, laughter fragrances the air and floats toward your curiosity. And you have to look. You know pleasure when you hear it…