Dec 16, 2022
6 min read
Remembering My Mom
When I was six years old, my mom gave me an important lesson. She was on carpool duty when she dropped off Lawrence Fishman at his home. He didn’t say thank you. She became furious. She told me, “I don’t want you to be friends with that boy. If someone doesn’t say thank you, you don’t want him in your life.”
My mom always offered little gems like that. She once said, “You’re born into a birth family but you spend the rest of your…
