I am writing this post several days after the passing of David’s mother, Carole. Although David’s brothers are saddened because of their mother’s death (even though, in most respects, it was an expected consequence of her dementia), David has suffered immensely. David is the quintessential “Mama’s boy.” And I say this in every good way. […]
Being a “mama’s boy” sometimes has a derogatory connotation. I have known some for whom that was appropriate. But, I guess my evolution that way came from two realities of childhood. First, my Dad traveled for his job. A lot! I can only imagine that he drove millions of miles across Florida, Georgia and beyond […]