MOTHER’S DAY: Our stay-at-home mom & human dignity
NASHVILLE (BP) -- Almost every day of our childhood, we would pull down my grandmother's long driveway and go in for a quick visit. We, two sisters, would sit together on the narrow piano bench and peck at the black and white keys in my grandmother's living room while Mother moved through the house -- setting out pills, fixing her mother's hair, asking questions and washing clothes. It was our weekday routine, completed with a glass of chocolate milk in her wood-paneled kitchen.
