Viva La Diva
Originally published in Multiplicity Magazine.
My mother and I entered The Carlisle’s happy hour to a rousing chorus of “It’s a Grand Old Flag,” the joint jumping. Red, white, and blue streamers hung from the ceiling. A young man in old-timey clothes tickled the ivories of a grand piano. At least fifty people, mostly women, sat on pineapple-patterned couches or mingled, plastic glasses of wine in hand, hammer toes tapping. It was Veterans Day at Mom’s new assisted living community and spirits were high.