before we begin: if you hear the television in the background, that’s my mother watching the news. if you find it distracting, go close your door.
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i think it’s fairly obvious how well i’ve taken to brene brown’s perfect protest.
A Month With My Mother, Day 2
Pull up a chair why don't you, and let's talk . . .
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I love these videos! Crockpots, shopping, water aerobics, Mom! I am howling with laughter. And I love your voice!
thank you, amy. i think our mothers are close to the same age, judging from your tweets. we are lucky to still have them. and they are lucky to have us.
Like Amy, I literally laughed out loud at points. In solidarity, of course – because truth be told, I checked in to see if my Mom was where I’d left her last … as it REALLY sounds like she’s in Florida with you!
Wouldn’t it be fun to take this out on the road – entertaining others with all we endure (and have endured) and healing all the way?
You are beautiful, your voice is captivating, and you are a lighter version of the often dark Momma/Eunice schtick that Carol Burnett and Vicki Lawrence did so well.
LOVING this. And I’m glad you’re Allergic to Perfect – or, that you’re AWARE that you’re Allergic to Perfect. I need to reflect on my relationship with Perfect right now, I waive its necessity in others, have I done so for myself?
High girls !! happy you arrived safe and have got the “ole” sand in your feet by now. I can see that Jeanne has the Utube set up, so we can follow your shopping activities and pool fun.
Stay safe ,The Piersons Dave and I we are of to York and thinking of your beach fun.
Love, Joan & John
Jeanne, I think we’re sisters — we’ve got the same mother!!
Love you, love these videos — Like Sally G said, I found myself laughing out loud LITERALLY!
…and Honey, you are brave – I’m working on a Mama-says kind of book – like Clarence Day’s Life with Father – but no WAY is it showing its face while I’m still blessed to have my mom alive (which I hope is a long, long time) – even tho, lol, using some of your mama’s words: nobody’d read it.