Reflections of An Aging Mother

Many faded photos of women in horn-rimmed glasses and puffy hair are popping up on social networking sites: "My precious mother" or "My gone-but-not-forgotten dear mother." As I have aged I continue to see that the connection to one's mother is the singular most defining relationship that shapes another human's life, for better or worse. My heart goes out to those women whose hearts will ache this Sunday when mothers are hailed, doted upon, and held up as saviors and saints. I'm sorry for the … [Read more...]