That Mamma Mia.

Tonight the fam and I are going to see Mamma Mia! as a Mother’s Day present for my mom. In honor of the woman who gave me life, appreciation for life, and a little bit of mischief to laugh my way through anything:

From the Archives: “Secrets”

Some of the most delectable words in the English language are “it’ll just be our little secret.” For as long as I can remember, my mom and I played our mischievous mind games and inner battles against our fellow family members. I was always her shopping buddy; companion amidst the thousand boring errands no others would endure, and thus default to witness her otherwise secret indiscretions.

Sideswipes of the curb in the car, temporarily lost credit cards, purchases we knew my father would not approve of; her spoiling me in a thousand ways no one ever knew about- all fell subject to this secret little world of ours.

As our latest “crime” against the family, I will be getting my teeth professionally whitened for an undisclosed exorbitant amount of money. And all the while as I gazed at the dental hygienist’s glistening white teeth bob up and down with each word of careful instruction, I was reminded of all those small moments that defined our world. I remember trips to Old Town Spring and that grin on my mother’s face as she revealed truffles carefully and secretly purchased as I meandered among the knick-knacks. I carry that look of mischief with me deeper than all others. On that look, our own little world of “it’ll just be our little secret” resides.