I saw her mind racing. We were around the same age. She took in my long, dark hair, my mostly wrinkle-free face, my skinny jeans... It's not that I look so young, but I don't "look like" a widow. She covered her heart with her hands, I saw her struggle to come up with the "right thing" to say. "Yours is worse!" she uttered. If grief is a contest, I guess I win.
So in the waning moments of a chilly NYC Sunday morning in early May, you pick yourself up, spot your pants in the distance, and find in them the trusty Pilot Razor Point pen that was supposed to have prompted you to crank out the Great American Novel by the first quarter of 2016. You take that pen, and you make a list of Spring Resolutions.
I truly appreciate the flowers, bracelets and massage gift certificates that you have been so generous with. You are so thoughtful, and I know you always like to get me something special during this time of year but sometimes struggle with figuring out what I would like. In order to help you, I wanted to share with you my "wish list" for this Mother's Day.