The Day I Really Saw My Mother

Remembering the conversation that taught me my mother was not just strong — she was human.

“I am only going to talk about this once, Vicki. There are things you should know.” That got my attention. I was in my early teens, and my mind filled with possible topics.

We were sitting in the car. It was a normal Saturday and Mom and I were doing errands in our Chevy Impala, a 4 door sedan that felt like driving in your living room. Like riding on bu…