Healing Touch

Healing Touch

Scrape a knee, bump an elbow and Mother was the person to go to. She had a ready supply of Bactine and Band-aids, drops for swimmer’s ear, and needles for splinters. No matter how badly I banged myself up, she always made me feel better. Her healing properties didn’t...
Surprise! My Mother was a Feminist

Surprise! My Mother was a Feminist

Retiring, clearing an office of years of accumulation may be bittersweet, but it often yields unexpected treasures. I have noted in an earlier post the letter I received from my high school teacher, Mr. Takacs. (Actually, it was a letter from me to me!) The other day,...
Mother’s Purple Dress

Mother’s Purple Dress

A closet offers a wonderful repository for all the things you think you need but not right now. You can pack up old photographs, unused games or toys, the gifts you never wanted, the clothes you can’t or won’t wear anymore, close the door and forget they even exist....