Mama Says #48

My mom lives in south Florida, on the Gulf side. So the first part of this week was of particular curiosity for me. Where would Isaac hit land? Would it be a hurricane? What was the weather forecast for my mother’s town? When I talked to her on the phone she said my...

Mama Says #47

My brother, who shares a home with our mother, is a photographer and videographer. Recently Mom was with him while he was setting up to do a video recording of an event that paid tribute to a group of individuals who had served in the military during World War II. We...

Mama Says #46

I was 16 and learning to drive. This was the era—all of my childhood, really—when my dad rode a commuter train from our Chicago suburb to downtown Chicago. It was a rare thing for him to leave a car at the train station—we didn’t have an extra car to sit idle...

Mama Says #45

Remember the days when bosses dictated and secretaries typed? When  I was 16 and registering for the coming fall high school classes, all college prep, my mother suggested I should learn to type. Well, not to be disrepectful to her, a secretary, but I said I...

Mama Says #44

Are you waiting around for something great to happen in your life? Are you thinking that once you achieve XYZ event, then your life will be on track? I suppose I was doing that once Sunday when I talked with my mom. Her advice? You can’t live life in advance. How...

Mama Says #43

Last week was a good week. Intense, but good. After being out of town all week, I was trying to get home Friday night and my flight was canceled. I got home Saturday afternoon, feeling wiped. Then after church today I found myself locked out of the house. Hubby, who...