Happy birthday, Madonna, and thanks for helping me get published this year. Add that to your list of lifetime achievements as you turn 60 today.
Coming upon my parents’ old prom photo during this particular week, it seemed as if Mom was telling us, “Go and have a good time!”
A story about stringing along a series of salesmen because I can’t say no, but I can’t say yes either.
The fashion lines that have divided us are getting fuzzy. I was almost fooled by the junior clothing sections labeled in big bold letters: Mom Jeans. But that marketing lure is not for me.
Even though my daughter owns piles of high heels, fashion boots, and athletic shoes, there’s not a dress flat in the bunch. Momma to the rescue.
Mom held my hand for 44 trips around the sun; now I’m an unaccompanied child with shared birthday memories bringing me peace.