Mom Was an ODD Lady…Part One

It takes courage to be ODD. Courage is contagious. Mom was a carrier. She was far from perfect but closer than most of us will ever get.

Mom was one tough lady. She had to be. She was raised by my grandmother. Because of my grandmother, who was mentally ill, my mother was highly neurotic. Because of my mother, I’m no slice of sunshine either.

Mom always had the courage to say what she felt had to be said or do what she believed had to be done. She never shrank from challenging the conventional thinking of those around her.

Like my grandfather, my father’s father, my mother loved to sit on the front steps, too. She used to say, “The world would be a much better place if there were fewer air conditioners and more front porches.”