razzberry

because misspelling my favorite berry felt like the right amount of effort

So kiddo and I are sitting in the floor of their room, flipping through radio channels on their little radio. They stop it on the NPR jazz and say this is their favorite. I’m suddenly reminded of how I fell asleep to that same station, the Murray version, almost every night my senior year in high school.

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