I had no sense of what my mom did when she wasn’t standing in front of me. I don’t know how fulfilled she was or wasn’t, whether the designs she had for her life were coming along nicely or growing more laughable every day. I’m not sure she even had designs for her life. But I can tell you this: If my mom wrote a book, it would not be about feeling OK or perfecting the sex act. Certainly not! My mom’s book would be called: Work Hard, Save Your Money, Go to Church.
