Spreuken over Moeder

I was a brownie for a day. My mom made me stop. She didn't want me to conform.

I was always at peace because of the way my mom treated me.

I was raised by a single mother who made a way for me. She used to scrub floors as a domestic worker, put a cleaning rag in her pocketbook and ride the subways in Brooklyn so I would have food on the table. But she taught me as I walked her to the subway that life is about not where you start, but where you're going. That's family values.

I wish my mother had left me something about how she felt growing up. I wish my grandmother had done the same. I wanted my girls to know me.

I'd lose my mind if I heard my kid call the nanny Mommy.