Mom’s words from 70 years gone by, not even known to exist, but unearthed by her children in a casual document search. Tales told of youth and gaiety, champagne in the afternoon and dancing at night. Not our mom of laundry and grocery shopping, car pools and school bake sales.
Eileen draws on the emotions of real life and transforms them into micro bits of fiction.
ALL mothers have secret identities, eh?
Nice capture.
We’re all different people at different times in different situations. It’s good to be reminded as it’s when we forget we have problems. Well told!