Some things have changed ... a lot

There is a woman up at the retirement home where my Mother lives, here in Reno, who feels the need to tell Mom that our African ‘daughter’, Natacha just isn’t welcome up there, and we’re all very misguided and wrong to bring her up there for the community meals.

I wish my Mom could tell this woman what to do with her bigotry, but it always seems to blow right past Mom and catch her unawares. That happens when you’re in your nineties, I suppose.

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