For Mother’s Day, I am remembering Susan, who was my best friend’s (Valerie) mom. I adored her. She’d drive us home from school in her red Ford Falcon station wagon, and she sang along with the radio. Her favorite was The Mommas and the Poppas and her favorite song of theirs was “Monday, Monday,” — which she’d sing no matter what day it was.

Whenever I could not speak to my own mother about something, I’d talk to Susan. She was younger than the other moms and kind of looked down upon by them. Even as a small kid in 1971 I knew that was wrong.

When I heard she’d died of Covid, I was asked not to say she’d died of Covid because her husband didn’t want anyone knowing due to his politics. Well, now he’s dead too. And I feel like remembering Susan more publicly. I hope this is ok. I have changed her last name a bit but not mine. I am proud to remember her.

Monday, Monday indeed.