Back to Phyllis Tabak Danzig’s potential profile and posts and why I think she would have, at the very least, given Facebook a try. First, we were a big CB Radio family. Do you remember those things? My dad was a technology tinkerer. CB Radios brought him back to his morse code army days and connected him to like-minded people. Our family took many road trips for vacations and my mother’s ...
Even if your mother is still alive, you might have other women who nurture and maybe even pamper you. Perhaps there is someone who helps you in just one aspect- work, home, marriage, children. That’s the really neat thing about other mothers- they are not all-encompassing. Their involvement in our lives might be compartmentalized or limited.
As my mother endured life in a messy house, she pledged to do a much better job. And, she did follow through. She knew how to clean corners, under furniture and rugs, and the most inconspicuous dirty spots more meticulously than I’ll ever see again.
My mother passed away when I was 18 and after many years I almost gave up the hope of finding her famous recipe for noodle pudding. 23 years later, I was at my cousin’s wedding and somehow noodle pudding came up. My cousin told me she has a recipe that’s entitled *Aunt Susans’ Noodle Pudding and maybe it’s hers. Really?? After 23 years you’re telling me someone in the family had the ...
Do adult women derive strength from their mothers? I ask this at times when I would love a push to persevere, mostly with motherly duties. I wonder if my mom’s opinion or backing would encourage me…
My mother and I enjoyed a long car ride to Cornell and then survived a scary ride home in a white-out snowstorm. I remember being thankful for my mom’s willingness to stay in a hotel while I camped out in a dorm room there. My most vivid memory is actually a regret.
I continue to be amazed by how many new situations I encounter which make me think of my mother, passionately miss her and be even more impressed by her. Some things seem so simple to me, like deciding to join a sorority in college. Well, at least I thought my daughter’s interest in joining a sorority was normal and expected, after all, I joined Zeta Tau Alpha (ZTA) my freshman year at ...
As I watched them walk by I thought about my trips to the East Brunswick Mall with my Grandma Lena, my dad’s mother. She made a big deal date with me at least once every few months. Sometimes one of my parents would drive us to the mall, but often we took the bus which stopped right near her apartment. I was always eager to go with Grandma Lena, partly for the window shopping, but mostly for ...