What Mama Did: The Imagining

Our friend, Lisa Jo, has been running a series entitled "What Mama Did." She's asked a few of us to pop in and share memories of our mothers, what they did that made our childhood special. I'm there today writing about my mother, but here's a sneak peek.


Before the urban sprawl, the popping up of shopping malls, strip centers, mega churches, and big business,we lived in Grapevine, Texas. In those days, Grapevine was a wide open, endless dirt patch, nestled just north of Dallas. On some mornings, we commuted into the heart of town, where my sister attended a Christian school. I was a tender-hearted child, always broken by my sister’s leaving–she, my best friend, and second-best playmate.

After she slid from the back seat, after the obligatory “have a good day,” my mother, resourceful as she was and hoping to assuage my sadness, would point to the water towers and gas tanks that pimple-marked the Texas landscape. “Look! Imperial drones!” she cried. “We’re doomed!”


Lisa Jo is kind to share her space with me today. You can continue reading the full piece there.  If you happen to visit her site, make sure you peruse her archives. She writes some of the most encouraging stuff on the internet as it relates to motherhood.