IMG_2027Yesterday was my mother’s birthday. She would have been 92. Throughout her life she retained her New England grace, and she coupled it with an acquired Southern charm. She was a high school athlete, an accomplished musician, a loving pastor’s wife, and a damned good mother even without prior training.

Any social capabilities I have, I attribute to her. Any self-discipline, she gets the credit. She maintained law and order with her five sons. She made sure we didn’t maim or kill each other. She cooked, washed, made sure we were presentable as we left for school, and generally kept the wheels on the buggy that transported us into adulthood. I can’t possibly give her enough credit. I just wish I had done some more overtly while she was still around.