How my mother taught me to love


I have a cupboard in my mind where I keep a collection of images from my life, and the lingering feelings that go with them.  Every Mother’s Day, there is one I must take out and look at.  It was the moment when everything changed – the day I learned something about love that I shall never forget. *** It is an Autumn day in 1993. My mother is standing by her car, waiting, watching the airport bus drive away, carrying me back home to Chicago and away from her. This day, even...

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