Dear Mom, where do I begin?
Dear Mom, thank you for teaching us how to ride the city bus by ourselves to go to summer camp at the Boys Club downtown. Thank you for working a full-time job to afford to send us there each summer.
Dear Mom, thank you for putting a roof over our head. Thank you for the four-room condo in the projects where I spent 13 of my first 18 years of life. And then 2 more after graduating college.
Dear Mom, thank you for sending me to public schools where I learned more about life than I learned about math and science; where I learned about people from different backgrounds, different disadvantages, different cultures.
Dear Mom, thank you for walking with me and my two brothers through downtown Waterbury, hand-in-hand, to pick up food items when we were on government assistance.
Dear Mom, thank you for signing me up for little league when all I wanted to do was play baseball.
Dear Mom, thank you for crouching down in our front yard with a baseball glove. Thank you for catching my fastballs when I was 11 and needed to practice.
Dear Mom, thank you for making my Halloween costumes with your bare hands when I wanted to be a dinosaur and a Life Saver candy.
Dear Mom, thank you for enrolling me in Big Brothers Big Sisters when I was 7 and needed a male role model in my life. It changed me more than I could ever begin to explain.
Dear Mom, thank you for making me come inside after dark when our neighborhood would show its true colors. Thank you for keeping me away from the drug dealing, crime and death all around us.
Dear Mom, thank you for working that full-time job, leaving me and my brothers home alone after school when I was only a kid because it taught me how to be responsible for myself and for my brothers.
Dear Mom, thank you for giving me your last $20 each weekend so I could go to the mall with my friends.
Dear Mom, thank you for staying at the mall each weekend to make sure my friends and I were safe and to make sure all of my friends had a ride home.
Dear Mom, thank you for leaving work and coming straight to my high school baseball games to cheer me on, even though I wasn’t very good and barely saw the field.
Dear Mom, thank you for volunteering to coach our CYO basketball team when no one else would so that me and my friends would be able to play.
Dear Mom, thank you for driving me to swim practice every Saturday morning through high school.
Dear Mom, thank you for supporting me when the city took away my team. Thank you for never missing a meet. Thank you for being the loudest person in those stands when I got on the block.
Dear Mom, thank you for making me sit in the cell overnight when I was 17. Thank you for letting me sit and think about what I did all night–and then making me go to school the next morning after you picked me up.
Dear Mom, thank you for doing the exact same thing three years later when I still hadn’t learned my lesson.
Dear Mom, thank you for helping me move in to college.
Dear Mom, thanks for letting me go.
Dear Mom, thank you for being so very strong when you lost your job my freshmen year in college. Thank you for yelling at me when I wanted to drop out to get a job to help pay the bills.
Dear Mom, thank you for always putting my future first.
Dear Mom, thank you for always encouraging me to write and supporting what made me happy. Thank you for framing the first article I ever got published in the city paper.
Dear Mom, thank you for being the first person I called when I was offered the job in California. Thank you for giving me the best advice I have ever received.
Dear Mom, thank you for being mother, friend and confidant. I am only where I am today because of what I’ve learned from you, from what you’ve instilled in me, from what you showed me about perseverance, drive, dignity, humility, passion and love.
Dear Mom, I love you.
Dear Mom, thank you.
Dear Mom, happy Father’s Day.
DAY 15: IF I WON THE LOTTERY DAY 14: ON CATS AND DOGS DAY 13: ANSWERING YOUR QUESTIONS (PART 1) DAY 12: MAKING MY WAY BACK TO CLEVELAND DAY 11: ON FIRE DAY 10: ON CONNOTATION AND DENOTATION DAY 9: ON THE TIME I BROKE MY RIBS DAY 8: ON THE FOUR UNDERSTANDINGS FOR A HAPPY LIFE DAY 7: DEAR ERIC DAY 6: ON WHY YOU’RE HAVING TROUBLE DATING IN YOUR 20′S, LADIES DAY 5: ON SUNRISES AND SUNSETS DAY 4: ON PARADISE DAY 3: ON SMOKE AND WHISKEY DAY 2: ON HOW CLOSE I WAS TO NOT EVEN GOING TO COLLEGE DAY 1: WHY I’M WRITING EVERY DAY FOR 40 DAYS