our mommas raised us right.  that's what i like to say. 

your mom isn't where she used to be, as you and i remember.  it's hard to talk about things and people being "here" or "there" when you *believe* in quantum physics, but, for simplicity's sake, your mom isn't here anymore.

today i am celebrating Mother's Day.  i am thinking about both our moms.  i am remembering how you said, when you were a kid, your mom painted the front door one time to make it pretty.  i am remembering  a lot of things.

the  single greatest thing my mother has imparted to me is the capacity for forgiveness.  my mother has forgiven me every mistake i've made.  she has loved me through all my fuckups.  she has shown me that compassion and forgiveness are greater tools with which to lead than any other.  when i think of my mother, i think of the time she laid down on my bed, in one of my darkest hours, and put her arm around me and told me she loved me.  when i couldn't even love myself.  because of my mother, i am compelled to forgive.