Child: Hey mom, I got you something really special for Mother’s Day! Here are some Mr. Clean products for you so you can get back to the job that really matters to you — cleaning the house.
Mom: Oh thank you, honey! I can’t imagine anything that I would enjoy more. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings, but that day at the spa you were talking about treating me to sounded awful. [Buzzfeed] Keep reading »
“The Cosby Show” matriarch Claire Huxtable was a woman of formidable strength, shoulder pads and style. Since we’re celebrating cool moms this week, in honor of Mother’s Day, we’d be remiss to leave Ms. Hux out: Her superior ’80s wear showed everyone–including hubby Cliff–who really was the boss. After the jump, our Claire-inspired look!
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I’ve never been a big fan of Mother’s Day. It’s not the commercialization that fuels my dislike, though — it’s that for 14 years, I haven’t had a mother to celebrate.
On September 20th, 1996, my mother’s 36th birthday, she died. Four years earlier, she had been diagnosed with breast cancer. In the intervening time, she endured hours of chemotherapy and radiation, the loss of her hair to the chemo and a breast to mastectomy, a surgery to reconstruct her missing breast, a bone marrow transplant, and countless days away from her family in the hospital. All this while raising three children and making sure that “cancer” was never, ever a dirty word in our house. Keep reading »
Some day this lil’ cutie would grow up to be President! But it’s obvious his mom loved him even before he was the most powerful man in the country. Happy Mother’s Day, everyone! Keep reading »
In honor of Mother’s Day, we’re interviewing our moms to find out how their lives changed when we were born and what they learned about love and life as a parent. Today, Simcha’s mom.
My parents met through the family yentas. My great-aunt Molla and my great-grandma Rose were in the same women’s group, Hadassah, and they got to talking. The next thing my dad knew, he was required to call up this nice new friend’s hot, young granddaughter and take her out on a date. Sick of Molla constantly fixing him up, he told her this was the last date suggestion he’d ever take from her. And he was right.
Over a decade later, they made my brother and me. Although I was the much cuter baby, obviously, I was also a handful … not that my mom would ever admit it. She’s a lady, the kind who wears pantyhose, even during the hot Florida summer, and ’80s power suits with big sunglasses. She left some pretty high heels to fill.
Secure in the forms of birth control I use, I asked my mom a little bit about what’s it’s like to be a mother.
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