Motherhood and apple pie

Here in the States, where we are about to celebrate Mother’s Day, we have a folksy saying that involves motherhood and apple pie. When describing things quintessentially American, motherhood and apple pie are about as sacred as it gets, besides our flag. The saying has been toyed with over the years, its meaning morphing to…

The perfectly imperfect mother

I wear my mother’s perfume from time to time. And when I say her perfume, I don’t mean the scent she wore. I mean the scent my well-meaning father bought for her, despite the fact that I never, ever smelled perfume on my mother in my life. Perfume gave her a headache. Something you’d think…

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may . . .

. . . unless your aged gardener has a crush on you. In that case, learn to love hothouse flowers and stay the hell out of sight. I offer you this pearl of wisdom free of charge. Well, it’s free to you. I paid for it dearly. We’ll call him Carlos. Names have been changed…

Cheerios moments

I am missing the small things. If you’ve ever lost a loved one, you soon realize the moments that haunt you, that you would give anything to get back, are the little ones. The Cheerios moments. Mother’s Day falls on my birthday this year. At times like these, I try to celebrate how blessed I…