How I Honor My Mother
My mother died seventeen years ago. I find it crazy that my children don’t know her and that she is not around to share in the myriad of life moments that pop up. I think I assumed that she would always be around and am still shocked she isn’t. Her absence is an acute void even now. There is a lot of talk about what mothers want for the one day they get to officially revel in their “motherhoodness.” I am being bombarded with offers from every marketer on the planet. Apple is
