Mom and I just had an impromptu dance party to Journey. It consisted of Mom, in the kitchen, making me a chicken sandwich while sashaying back and forth - and of me, at my computer, punching the air. Both of us silent, neither of us commenting on it afterward.
If I can convey one overarching theme to my posts on Tumblr and Twitter about my mother, it is that I kind of wish she were my age so that we could be best friends and hang out all the time.
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