A Toast to May 17th

It was a time when the pill and the women’s liberation movement were in full swing. I drank her words of wisdom back then, and now I raise a toast to my cherished mom as I reflect on just how much she shaped my life. This is an amuse-bouche of sorts —I will explain in a subsequent post— for those of you who are intrigued to taste what it was like to be born in 1916, one hundred years ago. Cheers Mom!