Happy Mother's Day!
|Caroline "Corky" Hartman|
For years I have tried to raise my crazy mother.
The woman believes in fantasy and deals made by hands shakes.
She makes choices based on gut decisions and feeling instead of logic and fact.
She believes that things always work out for the best, that if you do right by people, they will do right by you.
She is moody...say mean things to her and she cries. Say something nice and she's elated.
She says what's on her mind. No matter what is on her mind.
She is generous to a fault. Believes in luck, fate, and the power of prayer.
She is 76 going on 16.
My mom also has a daughter who nags at her about reality and planning.
About being smart over being nice.
Who tries to get her to hope for the best, but prepare for the worst.
A daughter who has tried to teach her an emotional poker face...to hold her thoughts and play them as wisely as a hand of cards.
Her daughter tries to teach her lessons in realism...to get all things in writing. To make plans. And then back those plans up.
But alas, my dears...she never, ever listens!
And maybe that's a good thing.
If it weren't for my mom, I wouldn't be writing this post.
I'd probably be an accountant, because being a writer makes little sense.
My mother taught me to dream. To imagine the impossible is attainable.
To never give up, even when it feels like I should.
Love you Mom. Happy Mother's Day.
*My mom on marketing...
Mom. "What's a RITA?"
"It's like the Pulitzer prize for romance, why?" I ask.
"I think you should win that. It would probably boost your sales."
"Mom, I'm never going to win a RITA."
"Hmm. I think you could."
"I can't. Forget it...but thanks."
"So, why don't you call FOX and Friends? They are always talking about people's books."
"I can't call FOX."
"Oh, you want me to?"
That's my mom. Got to love her.