The clock is ticking and time is running out. You only have a few hours left to do something terrific for the moms in your life.
The ability to protect, nurture and cherish is on the first page of the job description for being a mother. I’ve never had the desire required for this one. Children are messy, noisy, and expensive and I am selfish. I remain grateful to my brother Brian for providing our parents with grandchildren.
My dear mother, the locally famous astrologer Quo Vada, loved being a mom. She mentored and mothered all her nieces, nephews, and all of our friends. Our friends appreciated her quirkiness a lot more than we did. My brothers and I would have rather she be a little more normal.
My interest in the paranormal and love of Ouija boards came directly from my mom. In the 1970s, her overt psychic abilities and study of astrology made our house a magnet for people practicing automatic writing, aura readings and theosophy. The séances held in her kitchen were real...