I’ve started to drink instant coffee like her because I can’t stand the idea of one Starbucks coffee at $5 each. I’m happy to stay at home this long Easter weekend because I can’t summon the strength to plan, plot and execute a weekend of out-of-town fighting long weekend out-of-town traffic. I understand now why my mom would just lie in bed after a long day at work and ask me to massage her legs. My daily grind is exhausting and all I want to do when I get home is put on my old sweatshirt and shorts and flake out. My mom would never show up empty-handed. She always brought something to the party even if it was modest. And I do this too, bringing treats to my friends or siblings or the deserving coworker. She grew up in an era of scarcity and still to this day will save glass jars and plastic containers for future re-use. The extra stuff would drive me bonkers in my small living space, but I try and re-use like she does and getting off the never ending treadmill of buying and throwing stuff out. The one thing that I won’t repeat of hers though is eating Kraft Singles. Life is too short for process cheese.