My Mom is an amazing woman. She is 4′ 7″ of energy. 84 years of energy.
My Mom used to be taller. She was once 4″ 11.5″. Yes, she was that tall. But I never thought of my Mom as anything short of, well… Energy. Movement. Force. Beauty. My Mom exercised well before it was the [...]
Tying my Mom’s shoes
September 16th, 2009 · 8 Comments · Blessings, daughters, fashion, mothers, shoes
The ER
July 1st, 2009 · 15 Comments · lessons, mothers, shoes
I got that call on Saturday evening that no child wants. It was my mom, who is 84, on the other end of the phone telling me that she had stomach pains all day that had worsened as night came. My mom is a tiny little lady with an incredibly high tolerance to pain. I [...]
Valet Shoes
April 25th, 2009 · 7 Comments · Women, humor, husband, shoes
Valet Shoes are not to be confused with Ballet Shoes.
Let me explain.
My husband, Barry, hates to have our cars valet parked. This has nothing to do with him being cheap. He’s not. It’s all about him having things in his car that he doesn’t want touched, looked at, moved or lost. [...]
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