Mother’s Day Stories.
May 12th, 2005Only a few days late here.
She was born in the Midwest in 1933, when her dad earned $12 a week and movies cost a dime. It was the Depression, but she didn’t know it. …
My mother used to sit in the den of our house in the San Fernando Valley chain-smoking Kents and reading the L.A. Times. …
When I was a little kid growing up in Queens, N.Y., my mother spent a half hour a day standing on her head. …
In November 1972, my mother bit the nose off Richard Nixon. …
These and a dozen other Mother’s Day stories, by SF Chronicle staff writers, make for some damn good reading.