Several weeks ago on my podcast, my mom reminded of the time my little brother’s parakeet was eaten alive on Mother’s Day.
Mom was on a roll that day, regaling my audience with true stories of misadventures in pet ownership, when she recalled that unforgettable Mother’s Day in 1972, when all hell broke loose in the Rowe House. Anyway, we got to laughing so hard I stopped her halfway through the story, and told her to write it down.
“Get it to me in time for Mother’s Day,” I said, “and I’ll read it aloud on YouTube.”
“Okay,” she said. “But it’s not exactly a traditional Mother’s Day story.”
“No,” I said. “It isn’t. But you’re not exactly a traditional mother.”
“Okay,” she said. “I’ll write it up this week. Should I make it funny?”
“If it’s not too much to ask,” I said.
The story arrived in my inbox yesterday. It’s called “A Mother’s Day Tale,” but I’m tempted to change the title to “Who Ate the Parakeet?” or “This Mother’s Day Sucked.”
Either way, she made it funny, as I knew she would. See for yourself over here.
Happy Mother’s Day!
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