Mi querida madre es...

una mujer única, una mujer luchadora que siempre ha sacrificado cualquier momento de su vida por darnos la oportunidad de tener una infancia feliz

, un santo de las luchas cotidianas. Uno que levanta la carga, con la fuerza de Herculeas y extiende alegría y generosidad del cuerno de Demeter. Su ecuador creció con

yah!" The portly mother screamed. I backed away and held my shopping bag in front of me like a totally ineffective shield, which it was. The spanish madra leapt at me shrieking

in words that I didn't understand, but didn't have to 'cause I was pretty sure this Spanish madra wanted to KILL ME! I ripped away her black mantilla and (inadvertently) her wig.

Now she was pissed. She grabbed a broom in the corner and flew at me in true witch style. I stunned and froze. She grabbed my hand and tossed me out the window into the pool. I was

startled but bemused. I had talents in a few areas, but mostly worked on my water elemental skills. I fell into the pool. Pool Boy Bob bounced out and dampened her broom. She

was incredibly wet and suddenly it occurred to her that Bob was more talented than was indicated in his resume. She summoned him to her corner office to offer him a raise

-ing of the dead assignment in deep Appalachia. Bob pulled out his medicine bag, which he always had hanging around his neck, kissed it & put it back inside his shirt. She assumed

it was some kind of ritual but really he had the shrunken head of his mother-in-law in there and was trying to annoy her. "Stop that, Bob!" she shouted from Where the Ancestors Go.