My mom passed away earlier this year. Today would have been her 94th birthday. It seems like a good day for me to re-dedicate myself to sharing with others the things I love. Mom was never happier than when she was sharing flowers from her garden or pralines from her kitchen. I may not have inherited her culinary skills, but I do have her green thumb!
Although Mom never realized it, she was also a great storyteller. She would often start a tale with, “I know I’m not going to tell this right…” And then she would go on to weave a perfect yarn with beginning, middle and end. So, when I write my books, I also have to give Mom credit.
Today then is a good day to begin doing more to share my passion for writing. And if I could, I would also give you a flower from my garden. Mom would like that.
Happy birthday, Mom. I love you.