My mom ‘got in trouble’ in 1960s Minnesota

April 7, 2016 - Picnic Time

I schooled about my long-lost sister over burgers and fries during a Ground Round in Crystal. The year was 1994.

It was only Mom and me that night. we hadn’t beheld her excitability as we snacked on tainted yellow popcorn. How she hardly overwhelmed her food. we was 26 years aged and endangered essentially with myself.

So we chatted away, preoccupied to Mom’s unease.

Finally, she took advantage as we was satirical into my burger.

“Kim, there’s something we need to tell you.”

She took a breath.

The author's mother, during left, and her birth daughter in 2008. The author's mom upheld divided in 2009.