Every week, I pick one.
Somebody writes in about a mom they know — a sister, a neighbour, a daughter — and tells me what she's been carrying. I read every one of them. Then I pick one, and she gets a page of her own, in the words of the person who put her name in.
There's no voting and nothing to win. She doesn't have to be having a good week, and she doesn't have to still be with us. Some of the best ones are about a mama who's already gone.
I spent a long while as a school lunch lady, feeding other people's babies. You learn something doing that job. The mothers who are working hardest are almost never the ones telling you about it.
So this is me telling them. One at a time, out loud, where their people can see it.
Feeding families since 1958.
