You're That Girl!
A few months back, I tapped my fingers and stared at the dark clouds through the window. At 5:00 P.M., I descended the staircase with my purse and laptop bag, dreading the rain which pelted the building, and kicking myself for not having an umbrella. As I neared the exit, I buttoned my jacket and tucked in my chin. “Good night,” I said to the female security guard. “You as well. Good night. Be safe.” The same words she said every night. I swiped my badge, held my breath, and
Happy Mother's Day to my Fierce Defender!
She wasn't the perfect mother, and I wasn't the perfect daughter, but our negatives balanced each other out. Growing up, we were very poor, but that never stopped my mother from taking in cousins, and strangers, and a crippled cat, and a Great Dane, that needed a warm meal and a place to stay. Proverbs asks, “Who can find a virtuous woman?" Well, I found her. She grew up in Maine. While living in Canaan, Maine, my mother worked her fingers to the bone and rarely complained. S