My favorite time to call my Mom was at night when I was doing the dishes. I hate washing the dishes and to me, checking in with her was the best possible diversion. So, phone crooked between my neck and shoulder, I got a chore done and, well, listened.
My Mom was a talker. People say that about me, but I'm not even in the same league as my Mom. My Mom could talk about any subject whatsoever. And what was amazing about her, is that in the course of her conversation -- particularly with a stranger -- she could find out their entire life history yet you'd swear the other person never got a word in edgewise.Read More