Mamacita says: I was reading an article somewhere, by somebody*, that stated that no matter how old we get, there are still times when we want our mother. Our fifty-year-old mother. When our mothers are young, we don’t consider them … Continue reading
Mamacita says: We shopped by putting it on the bill. Grocery shopping with money? I don’t understand. Didn’t everybody just put it on the bill? I didn’t know how to shop for groceries until I was well into my twenties. … Continue reading
Mamacita says: “You kids sit still and behave! Oh, the nostalgia! When I was a kid, my family used to drive down to Alabama almost every summer. We had relatives down there, fabulous relative we all adored, and often the … Continue reading
Mamacita says: Father’s Day and my daughter’s birthday and my son’s birthday are within a few days of each other. Sometimes, they’re on the same day. That is because calendars are alive and love to mess with us, and because … Continue reading
Mamacita says: My mother is 83 years old. I call her every day, and invite her to dinner at least twice a week; she takes the leftovers home and has them for lunch the next day. I always call her … Continue reading
Mamacita says: Not all facts of life are about sex. The sex facts, kids believe. (They have a hard time believing WE had sex, but the facts? They’re okay with those.) It’s these other facts of life they think we’re … Continue reading