My mother was a personal friend of God’s. They had ongoing conversations.
Category: mom
Now, if you’re Al Gore, you can afford $10 a pop for squiggly-pig-tailed fluorescent light bulbs. But if you’re mainstream America, two or three kids, mom and dad working outside the home, that’s not a very good deal.
My earliest memory is seeing Michael Jackson in Melbourne with my sister when I was about ten. I still have this souvenir stick with a glove that would light up and make a peace sign in a bunch of different colors. I’m so happy my mom didn’t throw that out.
Then you’ve got Georgetown, and I really just like everything about them. When I went down there with my mom, it really opened my eyes to what they were all about. I have to factor in what a school like that can do for me, even away from being a basketball player.
Mom would kill me if I showed my navel.
I got tackled once in a movie theater. I was with my mom and brother, and then suddenly I got hit from behind and sort of sprawled out on the candy counter.
I’m a just a mom when I walk down the street.
My mother was predominately a stay-at-home mom.
I love to fly. I always wanted to fly. It’s been one of my dreams since I was 3 years old. I remember saying to my mom, 3 years old, every day, ‘I can fly!’ Living on the ninth floor, it was dangerous.
I’m probably a little more like my dad. But because of my mom, I never saw being a woman as being an impediment to being able to do something. She had her Ph.D. before I was born.