Last 4th of July I began my independence from sugar.
I went to the parade on Avenue A, the street where I grew up. The parade began with my generation, in the thick of the centennial spirit of the mid-seventies. One year I wore the bridesmaid gown I wore at my uncle’s wedding. The next year, I wore a vest and knickers and played my tonette like a fife; in my pixie cut I was the perfect boy imp, ready to do all the things I knew about the Revolution: play Paul Revere, be the teenage boy who fought in the field, throw tea in Boston Harbor.
My son Felix rode in the parade last year, decorating his bike with star spangled glitters. My other son Francis was hiking in the Adirondacks. My husband Jack was working. After the parade I sat on the deck at my sister’s house…
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