Mothers come in all shapes and sizes. Some have calm demeanors and some are full of exuberance. Some of our moms are still with us and some have been called to a higher service –
It had been a cool spring, a strong breeze was gently caressing our skin where the Florida sun had warmed us. Mom and I had settled on the back porch, her with her scotch and
I recently gave a talk to a group of mature and worldly ladies and was posed this question. “How do I get my 40 year old son to seek medical attention for chronic back pain?”
The memories of my mom are like the varying colors of tulips; each distinctive in the color and hue. It is the variance of memories that come flooding back to me as we celebrate