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: I have always loved fairy tales. I do not mean the insipid heavily-edited baby-tales, all with happy endings, the Disney-fied versions; I am speaking of the real thing: stories full of blood and guts and red-hot spikes and … 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: My nerves can’t take a movie with a bad ending. It’s to the point that I will usually check out the ending online before I go to the theater rather than chance another notch on my “bad ending” … 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