It’s Friday and I’m Not Going to My Mom’s House For Lunch (Or… What Goes Around, Comes Around)

by Molly Jo Realy @MollyJoRealy

My mom and I and Dot are all pretty close. Three generations of women living in close proximity (don’t forget the five female felines!). Mom lives alone, just down the street, but we’re at each other’s house often enough. We talk every day, often. Our houses even have the same floor plan, but reversed. (That explains why we zig when we think we should zag.)

It’s pretty hilarious when I call my mom and we both have the same topics in our heads. We both want to make mac-n-cheese on Saturday. We both watch the … read the rest. . .

Sweeten my tea and share: