Here is my mom on her wedding day -to her second husband George- telling me she is moving away from California now to a place called Boston.
As a mother of young children I will never, ever understand this.
But as a grown as woman whose childhood is over, I understand it completely. It just is.
Besides, she gave me and my brother some really groovy 70’s style suitcases so we could come visit her Back East.
And we did.
PS: Turns out yes this was Mother’s Day; May 9th 1976. I’ll be damned. I was today years old -nearly 50- when I figured that out. How ’bout that.