Column: Happy Mother's Day
Sunday is Mother's Day and I think of my mother. Growing up, little things that both comforted and irritated her in our daily routines have now become automatic in my life. I recall her short frame swiftly moving from task to task with few of our modern conveniences. When we came from school, she would ask how our day went as she handed us a glass of milk and a donut. We didn't answer "OK," but rather sat down and relieved the day, either good or bad.