The life of a mother is the life of a child: you are two blossoms on a single branch.
Momma Zen: Walking the Crooked Path of MotherhoodSmells, I think, may be the last thing on earth to die.
Motherland: Beyond the Holocaust: A Mother-Daughter Journey to Reclaim the PastMost people’ll run from their own mother to get to hug death by the neck. They cant wait to see him.
No Country for Old MenBehind all your stories is always your mother's story. Because hers is where yours begin.
For One More DayThey called him John Storm: John after his grandfather, but Storm after his father and his mother.
Little, Big