Rounding Third: Stacking up the many birthdays
Recently a friend told me that she always enjoyed columns about my mother. I laughed with her saying, “I’ve told her stories so many times, it feels like everyone would have heard or read them all.” But the calendar reminded me of a relevant one. Friends have heard the story, but it has never made it to print. It’s time appropriate as you will see. Mom died at the grand age of 98. As I write this, on my mother’s birthday, July 15 th, she would be 106… the age she aspired to be. It’s an interesting story. Mom grew up hard-scrabble. Her mother died when she was only ...