How to Change Your Mother’s Diaper

She’s been gone from me for six weeks now. I miss her smile, her sense of humor, her dirty jokes! In the whirlwind that moved at glacial speed I finally grew up. I did the thing that I dreaded most–I changed my mother’s diaper. This was huge. This was more momentous than graduating from kindergarten. This was a life passage of the first order. The trials, smiles, tears and thousand little deaths that we experience when our parents become our charges will be approached here with honesty, tenderness, respect and a good dose of humor.