Mom A peek My mother is a complex woman and this writing in short tackles a serious major issue with her but one I find humorous.  My mother will not talk about her age and will lie about it shaving off years from the reality.  The only ones who know her true age MAY be Social Security and noted on her driver’s licence but these two may also be denied the truth.  No one has ever seen her grey hairs not even me for she colors it and since she has taken good care of her skin the revelation of her age can and is hidden. I realized the extent of her cover up when she on my birthday states, “Thank God finally one of my children have surpassed my age of 39.”   My mom is 39 and refuses to believe otherwise and I accept this without laughing.  She will do ANYTHING to keep her eternal youth ETERNAL.  One day she and her sisters went shopping at the mall.  (Here in New Jersey there are perks to becoming a senior citizen discounts galore from restaurants, movie  theaters , to a h

Ten days I have been back home in the states for ten days now with the 14 th looming as I start to ready my journey back to India.  It has been a jammed pack going here and there visiting relatives and friends.  Actually, these last days I still have to visit my mother and a second visit to a friend.  I am enjoying their company, catching up on four years of gossip, good and bad news.  Much has changed in family and friends dynamics some shocking and some expected however, more than not sad.  Decisions made are not always wise and border on selfish causing much unrest, struggles and pain. I am staying with my son and family and I am queen for the time here; pampering feels good.  It does a mother’s heart good to see my son successful, with a very loving and supportive wife.  They both work hard, had times of struggle but now reap in abundance their sacrifice.  Their home is peaceful.  Those I have seen cook me the many dishes I miss especially Italian food.  Home cook