Remembering my momma
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On Live Journal I was recently asked:
So... which of the anxiety disorders are you "blessed" with, Richard?
The plain answer is none.
I had hurtful enough times growing up and probably missed becoming a miserable adult by a slender margin. It be easy to spin a dozen explanations. I think I owe a real debt to the example of my mother. She was exemplary in doing something expected of women of her time and class: coping with an ill-tempered husband and a sour marriage.
I discovered that I’d never moved my memoir of her to these pages. That was quickly corrected but I haven’t had time to add the page to the site’s navigational structure.
So I note the link here: My momma.
