In my life, Mother’s Day has always been a day to recognize those who have demonstrated the essence of love by their kindness. I acknowledge the special bond between my natural mother and me, also recognizing that whether in human life or in nature, a mother is a nurturer of seeds that struggle to survive. Since we all need a little watering or soil tending as we develop into our best selves, my thanks to all who have helped me along the way.
Five decades ago, a small band of friends in the San Francisco Bay area, who called themselves “Les Girls,” decided to celebrate their mothers, aunts, cousins and sometimes neighbors at a fancy restaurant for Sunday Brunch on Mother’s day. The gathering continues allowing them to embrace the broadest meaning of being a mother.