My Mother’s Grief
At the age of 48, after 28 years of being a high school teacher, a mother and a wife, my mother was alone. She jumped into redecorating our house and a new personality showed itself — an appreciation for French Impressionist painters, a curiosity about Native American art, a love for a shot of fine […]
My Mother Really Really Loved Her Life
My mother was the most successful human being I ever met. She had shortcomings and she knew about them. She had hard times but she let them go so she could keep enjoying life. She made things into joy and they showed on her face. In every postcard I have from her, she ended with […]