A Return to the Motherland


IMG_0077When I get the energy to write about my program, my job, the end of finals, and my trip home–I will. Until then, this may –or may not– be the first in a series of “simple posts” about things I missed when I was away. Allow me to share a few short stories that illustrate what being home means.

Missed Item #1? My mother…& her vanity

Example 1-

After hours of sitting in traffic (no thanks to the tanker that blew up on the 60 forcing it to CLOSE) on the way home from the airport, my mom and I stop at the mall to try out a new restaurant that just opened. Although exhausted, I agree to check out one store with her after we finish eating.

-FLASH FORWARD 7 stores and a lap and a half around the mall-

Mom: Liane, can you hold my coat? It’s warm in here.
Me: Of course it is. You are wearing a coat in Los Angeles.
Mom: Yeah, but I look hot.
(She really did, though.)

Example 2-

Mom: Tomorrow is the Christmas program at my school. I don’t know what I’m going to wear.

Suddenly, her eyes hone in on me, narrowing…like a lion stalking its prey.

Me: What are you looking at?
Mom: Your blouse.

-FLASH FORWARD to my mom literally making me take my shirt off  and wash it in case she decides she wants to wear it tomorrow. She’s also wearing my coat.-

A toast, to beautiful women and the daughters that put up with them.

All women become like their mothers.  That is their tragedy.  No man does.  That’s his. 
~Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest

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2 thoughts on “A Return to the Motherland

  1. Hi Liane, glad you made it home, and were able to spend some time with your mom on day 1.
    I Look forward to seeing you. Love. . . Oma 🙂

  2. How long are you doing to be in California? Nice post lol made me laugh, cant wait for the message. Dont worry i do read these post just dont comment.

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