i can’t buy another mothers day card.
mom never believes them anyway—not the way my brothers and i tortured her during our uninformative years.
so i give her signed photos of rock hudson instead.
they seem to put a hop in her step and a twinkle in her eye for some unexplainable reason.
and don't worry, i have no intention of telling her ... well, you know ... about which side of the toast the rock buttered.