My mother Paulina was born in Montreal in April of 1936 and died - her lungs full of pneumonia - not long after her 82nd birthday in May 2018 in a small town hospital in Exeter, Ontario. The following, a collection of short 100-word stories, poems, letters and photos, is me trying to process her death, and explore her life and our relationship. What's in it for you, good reader? Did Paulina lead a fascinating life? On the surface, probably not. But underneath? Tragic deaths. Foster homes. Young love. Poverty. Adultery. Bigamy. Re-invention. Perseverance. Passion. Imagination. Hoarding and lots of shopping. There will be lots and lots and lots of shopping.