Take Heart, Dear Friends
I don't know how my mother has survived all these years as she listens to me blather on the phone. I really have no idea.Thank you, mom, for the collective hours you have spent listening to me ramble.I call to tell her about my day, about what is weighing down on me, about the problem I have with x, y or z and a full laundry list of other things.If you look at her cellphone history, I'm sure 90 percent of it is me calling her.The other day, we had a conversation about some disheartening information I'd come across, and how I was having a hard time with it. She has this amazing way of ...