It's Not May 11 Yet, But Still.

Two posts on mothers and they are both lovely and moving.

Space Bar's post:

"My mother used this diary – a few pages of it – at a rather fraught time in her own life, but abandoned her entries some time in April – around New Year, in fact."

After reading SB's post, I think I now understand why my wife treasures her mom's handwritten recipe notebooks.

Then there's sex columnist Dan Savage's recent column about his mother.

"Eulogizing my mother back here with the escort ads? So let's not think of this as a eulogy. Let's think of it as a thank-you note, the kind of nicety that my mother appreciated."

(Link to The Stranger, possibly NSFW page because of ads etc.)