My Mother Teresa…
I have been blessed with two mothers.
Finn woke up whimpering at 2am Saturday morning. Could it have been she was howling at the Blue Moon? I found it strange since she had slept through the night […]
Yesterday dawned sunny, clear and minus the humidity. My migraine was still hangin’ in just like the house guest that never leaves despite valiant attempts to kick them out.
There’s a celebration going on. I am ready to proclaim to the world that my mother just turned 95.
I wrestle with stereotypes and feel vaguely schizophrenic. To quote Popeye..”I am what I am”…I am a very independent, liberated woman as well as a mother and housewife.
Nothing beats Mother/Daughter Time. Saturday, Courtny and I spent quality time together.
Are we ever prepared for loved ones to die?! I walked the floor all night waiting for the opportune time to call and check on my mother.