People stop me and ask how I'm doing. They ask me what I'm doing for the holidays. They tell me about their own mother. How they survived their first holiday after their mother passed. They tell me how their mother is still here but in ill health. How they miss their mother's cooking. Everyone has a mother story. Mother stories surround me. People feel compelled to share mother stories with me.
The holidays are here. They are all around me. Just like the hats, scarves and mother stories.
