Mother’s Day Stories.

Only 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.

Mother’s Day Stories.