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Mom: All Attitude

When people talk about “Attitude.” they are usually referring to a bad one. I know what that means. I was told often enough that I had a “Bad Attitude.” Usually by a boss because I showed a lack of tolerance for a stupid decision. But that was early in my career, and it was quite …

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DNA

It’s my mother’s birthday. She’s 90. I can hardly believe it. To me, she’s still my glamorous mom, and I’m her little girl, trying to follow in her footsteps. When someone says, “Oh no, I’m becoming my mother!” – I laugh. But really there’s not much I would like better than to become my mother. …

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Letters From Home

Lest you think my family was being mean to my mother in poking fun at her lost Frank Sinatra record, let me tell you a little story about my mother’s sense of humor … I was in college in the early 70’s.  No one had very much money, but you didn’t need much either. My …

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It’s Not Lost

Last night my husband was describing to me the best photograph he had ever taken – a monarch butterfly perched on a dewdrop on a flower.  He said that he loved that photo, because it was the most beautiful thing he had ever created. He lost track of that picture years ago, and he wondered …

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A Christmas Mom-ism

This is my Mom and I yesterday at our family’s Eve of Christmas Eve party. My niece Naomi took the photo.  She’s five years old.  I think Mom and I look so happy because we are looking at her. However, I hold Naomi completely accountable for the state of my hair.  As far as I’m …

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Beyond Clean Underwear: Advice From Mom

Today is my mother’s 88th birthday, so I thought it would be appropriate to re-issue this post from August.  BEYOND CLEAN UNDERWEAR:  ADVICE FROM MOM My mother’s advice extended far beyond bus-proofing my unmentionables. My mother’s advice was wise, witty, and right. The first advice I remember her offering – (there were lots of  “don’t …

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The Smartest Person

My father died this past Christmas.  Yesterday was his birthday.  He would have been 89. My Dad was a man of great intelligence and corny jokes. As an engineer of precision gauges, he had a PhD mind and a high school diploma. He sang dumb words to old songs. “It had to be stew.  Meat …

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Beyond Clean Underwear – Advice from Mom

My mother’s advice extended far beyond bus-proofing my unmentionables.  My mother’s advice was wise, witty, and right. The first advice I remember her offering – (there were lots of  “don’t touch that, you don’t know where it’s been; You’ll put an eye out; Your face will stick that way” warnings) – but this was the …

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