Today I’m remembering my mom, Shirley, on her birthday. She was a loving mom, always struggled to do her best, given the hard times she endured as a foster home child growing up, always kept us safe, made the best home for us as she was able… wherever we lived, and was a loving partner to our dad, Bob… pushing him to always unveil more of his culinary talents, and as he grew more successful, he came to increasingly trust her intuition in these matters, to always do better in every way.
I dearly loved you both, and miss you every day I live.
