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Many Lundi Gras mornings ago I was sitting by the pool of two brand-new friends who were pouring frozen cocktails and hand-feeding grilled oysters to me and two other befuddled house guests. It was maybe 8 AM. It was a little nippy so one new friend went inside and brought out his mother’s old furs. We all got swaddled in these crusty wonderful old things. The smell was so granny, like Chanel#5 and hamster cage. This was one of the best mornings of my life EVER. These guys turned out to be dear friends.

Lately, one friend has been struggling with his mom’s caregiving situation. It has been colorful and painful and protracted, and the NYT included them in an article about seniors finding themselves in similar situations.

So this is my dear friend’s mama Ernestine, she of the fur coats. Here’s a link to sign the petition! Pass it on!


Eta: holy balls y’all you have got to go here. It is so worth it, I swear.


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