By Katie Tallo
My mother lives a few doors down from me in a lovely blue and white duplex. She bought the house with her own money after raising two children, working and saving most of her life. She loves her little house. It’s filled with the things she loves most – pictures of her two daughters and her two granddaughters, art, her radio, her books. Out front is a wild English garden that stretches across her entire yard for all to see. The tulips are in full bloom today.
My mother has trouble sleeping so she doesn’t have a lot of energy in her mid-seventies, but she walks daily, carrying her groceries home from the shops up the street. She goes to Tai Chi, plays bridge, makes regular visits to the library, hates computers, studies Spanish, cooks all her meals from scratch, paints, and cleans... More...
