Remembering Mom: Anecdotes
For more years than I care to remember, my mother was the center of my universe. With a few interruptions (business trips, family emergencies, rare vacations, and one study-abroad stint), we lived together in two countries on two continents for 52 years, four months, and 16 days. We got along amazingly well and shared similar tastes in books, movies, and TV shows. We also had the same temperament; Mom was easy-going and friendly, and it took a lot to get her to lose her temper. I'm pretty much like that; I probably differ in that where she was gregarious and had more patience with the foibles of others, I'm more introverted and don't suffer fools lightly. There were times when I got restless and told Mom that I wanted to move out on my own and live in my own place. In fact, we discussed this issue several times, but she was never too enthusiastic about the thought of my departure from our townhouse in the Fountainbleau Park area of Miami-Dade County. Her objections to