When I was a child I would crawl under my bed, with my gilt-edged copy of Grimm’s Fairy Tales and a flashlight, to read. I felt adventurous hidden from the world behind the counterpane, snug as if I were in cave as I pored over stories illustrated with toothpick fairies and anthropomorphic animals. My mother would be practicing the piano, indefatigably repeating bars, mostly by Mozart, whom she found divine.
Stonecoast MFA in Creative Writing
“A Mother Who Played Mozart” by Boman Desai, this week on the Stonecoast Faculty Blog
Posted April 17, 2013