In thirty years, I’ve learned from my mother:
- How to keep white clothes whites (without dry cleaning).
- How to stop bee stings and such from swelling.
- How to shop for Brazilian and Italian leather shoes.
- How to sense a liar.
- The value of art and artists.
- The value of pragmatism.
- How to laugh even when I want to cry.
- How to be independent.
- That manners maketh man, woman, child, dog and cat.
- That sometimes, the finest kind of education cannot be found in a University halls.
- That gay people are people.
- How to find bargains.
- The length, depth and magnificence of the African man and his descendant’s history.
- That sometimes, you just have to buy that divine red top!
- The value of rebellion against a corrupt and spiritually bankrupt system of control.
- That even the smallest, most ineffectual person can become a lion in a heartbeat.
- How to boil coffee and how it tastes better. Richer somehow.
- That love and sex are not the same.
- That relatives are treacherous, but family is for life.
- That we (my family) are assimilated Amerindians.
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