Forgiveness. Perspective. How I Came to Love My Mother

“She’s not my mom. She just gave birth to me.” That’s what I told the judge. I was 13 yrs old and had recently run away from the children’s home. He gave me the option to go back, live with my mom or put myself in foster care. Going back was not an option because... Continue Reading →

Mom’s Curious Foot Condition

English is not mom’s first language and though she can speak English well, she sometimes gets her words mixed up. When teaching people how to crochet, she will often point to a book and tell them to look at the diaphragm. Sometimes she helps with groceries and buys paper toilet for the bathrooms and Fruit... Continue Reading →

Mom’s Obsession With 3-D Glasses

My mom is easy to make happy. Brunch, dinner, shopping (window shopping), a movie or  a new plant will usually make her day. Every now and then we make time some of this and have a mother/daughter date. Her favorite thing to do is watch a good movie. You can count on her to go... Continue Reading →

Be nice. Your Life Depends on it.

It seems that I am not the nicest person when I wake in the morning or when roused from sleep at anytime. While most people need a few minutes, hours even, to get their thoughts together when the first rolling out of bed. I've learned I have to work on being nice–I've learned, from my... Continue Reading →

Flowers for Mom

About 5 years before my mother retired she asked if she could live with me. It was important to her to spend time with me because she missed time with me growing up. The first year that she lived with me I kept constant watch on her, worried there might be a sudden decline in health or... Continue Reading →

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