The One Thing I Wish I Had from My Mom
I loved going to my friend Diane’s house when we were in middle school, and I went there often. Almost every Friday night, I would spend the night, and we would watch TV, eat, and talk. I don’t remember doing anything more special than just hanging out. I do remember, however, Donnie Walburg and the the rest of the “New Kids on the Block” guys adorning the walls in her bedroom. And I remember her mom. When the school bus stopped right in front of Diane’s house, her mom was always there. We walked from the carport into the kitchen…