MEET THE AUTHOR
In the Pennsylvania town where I grew up,
there’s a hill across the street from a gas station. It’s as nondescript as it sounds. For almost twenty years, whenever I came home
to visit my parents, this hill meant nothing
to me. I didn’t even glance at it. I sometimes
took one of my parents’ cars to the car wash
on a road about halfway up the hill, but
other than that I never lingered at the spot
a little higher up, which overlooks the gas
station and also the highway on-ramp. That’s where you will find the
nursing home where we took my mother.
Her time there was not brief, but it wasn’t too long either. She is back
home now. Maybe she’ll have to return someday; it seems not unlikely.
The time when I came home to help and see to the things my father
needed assistance with was a time of driving back and forth between
home and the facility at the top of that hill. It was like going to school
“One or Several Mothers” feels flagrantly unreal to me; it’s a fantastical story. It is also painfully autobiographical. Whenever I go home now,
my eye travels up that hill that never meant anything to me. It actually
scares me now, a little bit.
MH Rowe lives and writes in Minneapolis, Minnesota. His stories have
appeared in Black Warrior Review, Split Lip, and the Collagist, among
other places, and he has also written for Literary Hub, Public Art Review,
and Popular Mechanics. Find him online at mh-rowe.com or on Twitter