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I learned from my mom to never accept a lousy seat in a restaurant

May 9, 2014
My mother Kay Smith, who is now 92, taught me so much….I learned from my mom to never accept a lousy seat in a restaurant. Usually women are seated by the kitchen and I always speak up—and am moved. She taught me to immediately call or send a message when someone is in trouble or has lost a loved...
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Since Becoming A Mom

May 9, 2014
Since becoming a mom, I've learned the importance of drinking. Being a parent is hard. So hard that it makes me question evolution. If reproduction is a biological necessity for our species, then why is parenting so damn hard? Darwin has some explaining to do. Or maybe Freud. I have a five-year-old...
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My mom taught me how to be tough

May 9, 2014
My mom taught me how to be tough. Not tough in the way we usually think of the word “tough,” you know what I mean, bleeding from the head, walk it off, fistfight on the school bus, that sort of thing. (My mom’s like 5’ 3” and only weighs a buck and change maybe, though I did once witness her take a...
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My Mom never, ever gives up.

May 9, 2014
My Mom never, ever gives up. In her gentle and cheerful way, she never gives up. Mom is 92 years old, she's had health and other challenges galore, and she never gives up. She is grounded in her faith in God. That faith has empowered her to face one obstacle after another with patience and grace...
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My mom taught me to love words

May 9, 2014
My mom taught me to love words. We were poor when I was a kid, so we never had the latest toys.
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Mom Taught Me To Be An Activist

May 9, 2014
I recently visited my mom for her birthday last week. She always possessed a practical, no-nonsense attitude. Mom is the personification of a hip 80 year-old, but she reminds me often that growing up during the Depression gives her the edge of realism. Her mind is as sharp as a tack, so even at her...
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My mom taught me the ritual of the family dinner

May 9, 2014
My mom taught me the ritual of family dinner. Monday through Friday we sat down together as a family to eat and talk about our day. Dad came home, siblings in from riding our bikes, hands washed, table set, everyone at the table until dessert was over and the kitchen cleaned. Then you were excused...
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Jumping In The Deep End

May 9, 2014
Jae, Meema, Love, Boid, Aunt Jae, Puzzle, Jane, Grandma Jae, and Mom. All of these names were used for one woman—a woman who loved to live life fully, to skinny dip in mountain lakes, to explore balsam wooded paths, vivid art, and ideas. Gauguin, Picasso, Cezanne, the free Smithsonian museums were...
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My Mother

May 9, 2014
My mother didn’t teach me just one thing. She taught me too many things to count, things which I can’t even articulate, things that wouldn’t make sense to anyone who isn’t me or my mother. But that is the beautiful thing about our mother-daughter relationship. I value this relationship more than...
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My mother taught me to love books

May 9, 2014
My mother, Ricki Waldman, taught me to love books. In my house we were not athletes, we did not have hobbies. We read. Voraciously. Constantly. We even had periodic "reading suppers," in which we would all sit silently around the dinner table, each immersed in our own book, paying scant attention...
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