You would think I would miss my mom most when at the beach, toes in the sand, waves crashing, or when in my car where she took up residence in my passenger seat in 1981 when I got my license.
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.
