Bits and Pieces: My Mother, My Brother, and Me

by Whoopi Goldberg

because if everybody keeps theirs, there won’t be...

told them that I understood and that I wanted to have it go back...

I know my mission to give back to her everything she had given me happened while she was alive.

Every November 13, my birthday, I would have flowers sent to my mother with a card

that read: “Thanks for letting me rent the room.”

She’d call me up and say, “I just want to say thank you. This was a perfect day.

I had a great time, a great time.” At other times, she’d say, “I’m so appreciative that Clyde’s here with me, and you’re

there doing what you do, and we’re staying together and doing...

I think that’s my new mission: to be more appreciative of my...

Because there’s no doubt: I am the luckiest pers...