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A Sunday in May



You may have noticed this week that your social media feed is filled with suggestions about how you can celebrate Mom on Her Special Day. Most of them, of course, involve spending money. Rampant commercialism? True. Supporting local businesses? Also true.

There are plenty of ways to celebrate Mom without spending money but that involves a bit more creativity on your part. 

One of the best Mother’s Days I remember was the year my husband took me to see the Brighton Dam azaleas (not actually in HoCo, I know.) We had a lazy Sunday drive which concluded with a home cooked dinner at my older daughter’s place. Many of the details have been forgotten but I do remember she made barbecued chicken - - one of my very favorite foods. 

Mother’s Day can be a prickly topic if your own mother is no longer living or if you are estranged from one another. It can also be difficult if you are a woman without children. Either you don’t want them but people are continually harping on you about it, or, you dearly want but can’t have them. Or, for whatever reason, you could be estranged from your own children.

Especially right now when the political mood seems to be defining the value of woman solely by their procreative potential, it could be easy to be disillusioned about the whole thing.

If you are a woman, I am sorry this is such a minefield. If you are a man - - how do you feel about Mother’s Day? 

I’m turning the tables today to ask you to share your best local ideas for celebrating that second Sunday in May. They can involve spending money or not. They just need to be local. And they don’t actually have to be on the day itself, either. I’m flexible on that.

Some days when I ask a question on the blog the floodgates open and I spend the rest of the day delighted by what you all have to say. I just have to ask the right question, I guess. And perhaps good timing is involved, too.

Got a minute? I’d love your thoughts. 


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