Heard it from Edna

My mom is staying with me for a bit. Her and my neighbor Edna, 87; find themselves sipping tea in my kitchen quite often.

Our mom daughter relationship is given voice in real time as a day unfolds and perhaps now and then our exchange is loaded with quick witted retorts...

As an grinning observer, once my point of view hits the brick wall of my mothers, Ed reminds me that growing old in a matter of fate.

It's the growing up part thats optional.

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