Trying to impress my mother with words was one of my favourite pursuits.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I had a mother I could only seem to please with verbal accomplishments of some sort or another. She read constantly, so I read constantly. If I used words that might have seemed surprising at a young age, she would recognize that and it would please her.
My mother was a very literate person who had educated herself. She had an exceptional vocabulary.
My mother was always fascinated with the fact that I could rhyme so much stuff.
Both my parents loved words. That was the big deal in our house.
My mother taught me how to write.
It was deeply interesting to observe my mother closely and to draw her. During those last months, she wasn't speaking much, if at all, and it was a way for me to be with her. It felt very natural.
My mother sent me to speech classes, but the other kids still teased me. I was shy. I stooped. Instead of talking, I kept journals. That's where my love of words comes from. I majored in journalism.
I was my mother's favorite, and she'd help me with everything.
When I was young, I learned very early on that I could make my mother laugh. And that was one of the greatest sounds I ever heard.
My desire, my passion, was to help moms with practical encouragement.