My mother was a lot of things when I was growing up.  She was hopelessly out of touch with what was cool.  She was never stylish.  She was, more than a few times during my adolescence, embarrassing.  But now that I’ve read Amy Chua’s Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother, I can at least be glad she was not a tiger mother. My mother let me find my own way in life, and she let me watch TV. If I should ever make it onto Jeopardy and a category is “The Brady Bunch,” I will rock that column. (“Who is Sam the butcher?” “What is an Architect?”)  And if I should wind up with a negative score and be ineligible to play Final Jeopardy, she will still be proud of me.

Now, by all accounts, Chua’s children turned out very nicely.  But then again, so did I.  Just don’t ask me to play the violin.  Thanks, Mom.

Take your mom a lovely bouquet on Sunday. Here’s how to make a hand-tied bouquet:

How to make a hand tied bouquet

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