My Mom and a Famous Writer
It's not what you think, it's better
This week, my mom celebrated a birthday. I am legally not allowed to tell you her age. She is at heart, a Southern Woman. The kind with ideas about how to iron things, fry a chicken, make biscuits, what comprises proper undergarments, and one who is in a constant state of apoplexy about my chewed up nails. I remember her telling me once that with the ri…