Posted on 07/3/2012 by |Before I Forget | Comments

Personal HealthThis last weekend was my mom’s birthday.  She would have been 100 years old.  Or maybe 90.  It was hard to tell with her.  What my mom had told me when I was growing up was that she married at the young age of 18 – straight out of high school.  I had no reason to doubt it since she was my mom and, of course, she told the truth. When my Uncle Irving, a mean spirited, bitter man, was at a family event he …