But I miss her most at noon during the week when the local news comes on.
I would be at work, wolfing down a sandwich or salad at my desk, or in some hotel making sure all the meeting attendees got their Diet Cokes with their Kosher / vegan / low sodium buffet lunch. Wherever I was, I knew she was at her kitchen table, with a cup of coffee and at the very least a Tastykake. You can take the girl out of Philadelphia . . .
I am not a TV news viewer but now that I am home during the day I turn it on at lunchtime to see the weather forecast. And I think about mom, and I want to call her. Sun, rain, sleet or snow, she’s at that kitchen table, in my heart and in my mind . . . and I smell coffee.