I live in constant fear that one day I won't remember what my mom was like. So I do these odd things, in her honor to make sure I never forget her legacy.
For nearly 30 years now, I've made it a Mother's Day tradition to share on the radio the epilogue from Erma Bombeck's book "Motherhood: The Second Oldest Profession". I can't recommend any book (other than the Bible) any greater.
Mother's Day is hard for me. In 2001, when I was just twenty-five years old, my mother lost her battle with cancer. To anyone who will be missing their mom this Mother's Day, please read this poem, and know that someone out there understands.
For over 20 years, I've made it a Mother's Day tradition to share on the radio the epilogue from Erma Bombeck's book "Motherhood: The Second Oldest Profession".