My friends used to call our house to talk to my mother and not me. What was she doing? Stealing my friends? I guess they all thought she was their friend too. They were right, no question.
Traveling light, by thumb, bike, ship and freight train, sleeping in corn fields and 4 star hotels. But always eating well.
My friends used to call our house to talk to my mother and not me. What was she doing? Stealing my friends? I guess they all thought she was their friend too. They were right, no question.
3 comments:
This is beautiful, James. Mom would love it.
Love,
yr sis
Genie
My life was definitely enriched by your Mother. And just look how we have lost touch since she passed away. Truly one of the great women to have walked the Earth.
That picture is wonderful. I miss your mom!!
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