This weekend I had the privilege of spending uninterrupted time with the three ladies that I admire the most: my mother and her two younger sisters. It started Thursday morning with a 400 mile road trip that paralleled one that we’d taken together twenty years ago with my “other mother”–my amazing, vivacious, forever young grandmother. Continue reading “Sisters: Travels with My Mother and Her Siblings”
Confidence: A Cross-Country Road Trip
When I was young, my mom insisted that we all learn how to swim because she wasn’t a strong swimmer herself. She took us to lessons at the YMCA in the winter and local lakes and swimming pools in the summer. We all learned to love to swim and passed it down to our children. That confidence served us well.
A History of Road Trips
My mother was also never confident about her ability to drive long distances alone. To be honest, she never had to do it. My dad usually did most, if not all, of the driving on every trip we went on. I will always remember the first time Mom drove through Toronto. We were supposed to stop and switch drivers, but didn’t, and she passed with flying colors. It was just us girls and the kids–no men to do the driving for us. Continue reading “Confidence: A Cross-Country Road Trip”