Mom

It’s only appropriate that I end the month of February, designated to celebrating women, by writing about my Ma. It’s been almost a decade since she left us, but her presence and her counsel remains front and center.

Her influence on my life is profound. I get my feisty disposition and my caring nature from her. She was generous, and kind, but tough as nails. She ran the household with an iron fist, and there were no compromises  when it came to her care for our family.

For the most part, and for most men, the women in our lives define the people we are, and the people we ultimately become. My mom was the perfect mold for me, my imperfections and all.

Miss you dearly Ma.