Growing up in tiny town, middle America, pretty much meant the village knew where you were and what you were up to. It all circled around and either came back to haunt or taunt.
Just remembering those lovely moms who kept us in line. Thanks to Betty, Mom’s best friend and neighbor, whose phone number I inadvertently called from college because her number was the one I called most! Who called home back then?
Monday Mom Musing.
love you..AJ