Joy and Remembrance
THIS WILL BE my first Christmas without my mom, Vera Louise. She died peacefully this past July, after a long and very happy life, at the age of 88. Growing up, Mom made Christmas a wonderful time in our house. She did it not by cooking or baking. She was not a natural-born cook. Not by beautiful wrappings — she often reused last year’s tissue long before it was eco-savvy. Not by homemade gifts — sewing and knitting were not her forte. She tried to make me mittens one year, but the thumbs ended up bigger than the hands. No, none of that homemaker stuff. Later, when I became “Ms. H&H,” my mom would laugh and tell people that she didn’t know where I got it from, but certainly not from…