When my mother told me the Huffington Post had asked her to blog for them she said she didn't know what she'd write about. I suggested a few ideas. She could blog about cooking or financial advice or her new status as an empty nester. Maybe she could write about...

As an actress, my mother has no trouble exploring her feelings in a public forum. When she sees people off at the airport she likes to smile and shout, waving both her arms in the air while jumping up and down. In her blog,...

When I read my mother's post last week I was standing in line for airport security in Detroit. I was as impressed by the eloquence of her writing as I was unexpectedly moved by her candidness. When I got to the lines:

Obviously, reading that I had not...

My mother often clasps her hands to her chest and exclaims in a tone of breathless awe that fairy tales "really do come true!" And who can fault her for this? She grew up shooting squirrels and frying them in ketchup for dinner; sleeping in attics, woodsheds, and empty porches;...