On Tuesday I went to see my mother with a bag of food in hand: a challah, two potato knishes, two kasha knishes, a container of little meatballs and spaghetti and a large container of vegetable soup. She was thrilled. This is her soul food, and despite the fact that her meals are supplied by her residence, she felt a lot safer should she not abide by the daily menu.     I went through her mail: my plea to the VA was responded to, a denial of my request for more funds, but the door was not totally … Continue reading →