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Making Mambo Motions at the Mailman
Jen Cullerton Johnson
Today, my hands crawl up on me and are as useless as a catcher’s mitt in the bathtub. I can’t do a thing when that happens, except to tell Leo, my husband, to jack up the volume on The Young and the Restless. It’s a sad sight. I’m seventy-one years old, birthed two dysfunctional children, have twelve grandchildren and I can’t even snap my own bra let alone play a hand of bridge with Shirley but she calls anyway….