Mother GPS

I was thinking this weekend about my Mom. About how she always knew where I was. I called her from the middle of the Mojave Desert, no-where eastern Idaho, a pay phone at Polebridge, Montana (I challenge you to find that place), and from 57th and 3rd in New York City. My mother always knew where I was. And for me, that was comforting. Someone worried about me.

It's what I do for the dogs, too. Even when they run amok, I know where the are.

I think knowing where people or dogs that you love are in this world is important. Finding each other in place and space gives meaning to each others' lives.

I miss my mother.

Murphy's day.