“Is there an oil that starts with the letter ‘C’?” My mother-in-law asks me the other day during a visit.
“Huh?” I’m not following.
“I’m writing a story, and I can’t recall the oil that starts with a ‘c’”
“Canola.” That was easy.
My second mom, hubby’s mom, is a woman I love dearly. We call her Amma.
She wears white Reeboks year round, layers like there’s no tomorrow, and drinks hot water when she’s thirsty.
And the funny thing is, she’s a writer. Continue reading
