Lunch with Mom

75 years ago, on just exactly this date, this time, late October, I lay — no — I curled — inside my mother’s womb caught, I am sure, somewhere between wanting to stay there forever and wanting to get the hell out. My mother was not a great place to be, even then, I am sure. Almost two decades would pass and she would birth quite a few children before she learned what it was to feel like a mother… to her credit, she got there with her last child. I know how…