Thoughts about Mom.2

Thoughts about Mom.2

When I was a little girl, I’d sometimes think that my mother had been replaced with either a realistic robot or a CIA spy. I’d imagine this on those occasions when she was stern or grouchy (or both). I used the word mean at the time, just as my children...
Thoughts about Mom.1

Thoughts about Mom.1

My mom lives in a tiny complex of homes that shares a pool area. I was finishing up my twilight dip tonight when a neighbor showed up and asked me to help her cover the pool for the night, which I did. Once she found out I was Monica’s daughter, she told me how...