Almost everything I write she tells me I should send it to the New York Times. "They should print it!" she says and then says she will do it herself if I don't. Which makes me wonder how many submissions the NYT gets each day from supportive, sweet, well-intentioned moms from around the country.
Happy Birthday, Mom! I love you.
My mom was a huge Engelbert Humperdinck fan. I watched a lot of his videos before choosing this one to post. Listening to it brings me right back to my childhood living room; this song playing on our giant turntable/TV cabinet, shag carpet underneath my feet, and floor to ceiling drapes blocking out the mid-day sun. It's the perfect slice of a very particular piece of the '70s.
My mom dropped Engelbert as her heartthrob the moment he left his wife for another woman. I remember her telling me she thought he was a "family man" and when that notion was obliterated, she no longer felt a thing towards him. That's my mom.