My Kinda Broad...My Mother Is!

I am dedicating the month of November to a special woman in my life.  She is my best friend and the most extraordinary person I have ever known.

Listing adjectives to describe her is easy:   She is intelligent, witty, creative, sassy, (extra heavy on the sassy) wise, kind, compassionate, passionate, loving, and has a fabulous sense of humor: dry and poignant at the same time.

She’s adventurous, a risk-taker, and loves anything with rhinestones and glitz.  She also loves the occasional Nathan’s hot dog with salty ripple fries, 

Helene and Heidi Goldman

Kasha Varnishkas, hot pastrami/corn beef on rye and everything sweet and unhealthy, (some role model!) like Dunkin Donuts, cookies, cakes, pastries, Mallomars, and all things chocolate like, Mrs. Krause and See’s candy.  The woman's a chocoholic, no doubt about that. And to that comment she would say, "And there's something wrong with that?"

When she purchased a new freezer, she dashed out to the grocery store and bought 25 quarts of ice cream.  Need I say more?

This amazing woman protects the under-dog and is always first in line to help someone who is suffering. 

She has taught me about life and love, mentored me as a budding and insecure writer and has been my advocate and biggest cheerleader my entire life.

She gave me life.  She has made my life.  She is my life.

I wish to present, my mother:  Helene (with an “e”) Goldman.

Most people love their mothers…to some degree.  But how many like them?  Admire them?  Respect them?  

Even want to be like them?  Except for the height in this case.  This ballabuster, hell on wheels, is a whopping 4’9” tall…but rumor has it that she was once 5’2.”  Who am I to disagree?  The woman could wrestle a 6’4” man without so much as a drop of perspiration on her forehead.  I should know.  My father, said tall man, was often taken down during a playful match.  Maybe he pretended to take the fall, but it sure looked real to me at the time.

In honor of my mother’s upcoming 90^th birthday, I wish to celebrate her on my blog for the entire month so that you too can have the good fortune to get to know her as I have.  She’s a hoot.  A gal.  A broad.  A helluva woman.

Here’s:   Heleneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Helene Goldman ~ A singular sensation! with Heidi Goldman, loving mischief-maker and her daughter