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Intense...loving...complex...close - mothers and daughters have their say in this unforgettable collection.As mothers raise their daughters to womanhood; as daughters come into their own; as mothers watch daughters become mothers themselves, and then care for their mothers through midlife and beyond; the mother-daughter bond retains its power and poignancy forever.Mothers and daughters share more than just life, death and love; they exchange wisdom, advice and intimate secrets unlike that of any other relationship."A Cup of Comfort for Mothers and Daughters" explores the strength and depth of women's unbreakable earliest bond.Filled with stories that rejoice in the complexity and kindness - as well as the struggles and triumphs that make the mother-daughter relationship so significant - this magnificant book will enlighten the spirit and enrich the lives of its readers.

Product Details

• Amazon Sales Rank: #588619 in Books
• Published on: 2007-09-01
• Original language: English
• Number of items: 1
• Binding: Paperback
• 336 pages

About the Author
Colleen Sell is a writer and editor. The editor of more than sixty published books, she has also authored and ghost written several books. She has been a magazine editor, journalist, columnist, essayist, and copywriter. She lives in Eugene, Oregon.

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A MOTHER KNOWS

by Lynn Ruth Miller

Many women have children but only a few are mothers. You can tell a true mother by the penetrating look in her eye. A mother always knows everything about you. Absolutely everything.

I had such a mother. I could hide nothing from her. When I walked into the house, my face smeared with chocolate, she would glance at me and say, "How many times do I have to tell you not to eat between meals? No dessert for you, tonight, young lady."

I was shocked. She had been cleaning the bathroom floor while I was at the neighbors pigging out on chocolate cake. How could she see across the street? "How did you know that?" I asked and wiped the crumbs from my chin.

"A mother always knows," she said. "I can read your forehead. Hand me the Bon Ami. I see a finger print on the doorknob."

When I came home from school, my legs twisted into pretzel position and my eyes popping like a choked fish, my mother would point to the bathroom door. "How did you know I had to go?" I asked as I galloped to the toilet.

My mother shrugged. "I read it on your forehead," she explained.

When I got a bit older, her forehead reading became truly remarkable. I could hide absolutely nothing from that woman’s penetrating eye. I would come home from a date, my face raw with affectionate endeavors and my mother would scowl ominously. "Men don’t marry fast girls," she announced. "Do you know what time it is?"

"We were only holding hands for God’s sake," I lied.

"You can’t fool me, Lynn Ruth," said my mother. "I can read the whole vulgar story on your forehead. Put some Jergens on your face or you’ll look like a raw tomato tomorrow."

Her amazing knowledge of things she could not see sharpened the farther I was from home. I arrived at college my freshman year, disoriented and lonesome for the very place I had denounced as a suffocating prison hours before. I settled down on the dormitory bed for a good cry when my mother walked in the door. "You forgot your pillow," she said and handed me the very one I had used the night before.

I had done my own packing and shut the door to my room when we left the house to drive to Ann Arbor. My mother was so nearsighted she couldn’t see products on the supermarket shelf without her glasses. How could she possibly make out the print on a forehead sixty miles away? My mother answered my unspoken question because she could hear it rattling around in my brain. "A mother always knows," she said. "I also brought you some brownies and Rosemary Clooney’s latest record release."

I was in a terrible automobile accident in my late twenties. By that time I had moved out of my mother’s house to get a little privacy. My mother who always retired promptly at ten with her pot boiler novel and a glass of warm milk, decided to watch the eleven o’clock news. She saw a stretcher move across the screen. The body on it was flat as a pile of magazines except for two tremendous feet protruding through the sheet. My mother sat up and shook my father awake. "Get dressed," she said. "We need to get to the hospital. That’s Lynn Ruth."

Time did not diminish my mothers amazing intuition. In fact, it became sharper as I grew older. When I married, she read my impending divorce right through my bridal veil and when I began my job search, she knew the results of my interviews before I received the letters of rejection. When I moved to California in 1980, I was once again victim of a violent tragedy. I returned from the hospital with stitches in my forehead and legs, two black eyes and bruises all over my body. I staggered into my bedroom and the telephone rang. It was my mother. "Lynn Ruth," she said. "Tell me what happened."

She knew.

Five years later my mother succumbed to cancer. Although I called her every night I did not go to her until one day, my urge to see her overwhelmed me. I called the airlines and returned home the next day. My mother was on her death bed. She was so small I could barely locate her among the pillows, sheets and instruments that were keeping her alive. She recognized me at once and held out her wasted arms to embrace me. "Oh, Lynnie," she whispered. "How did you guess how much I wanted you here?"

"I read it on your forehead," I said through my tears.

"In California?" asked my mother.

I realized then that all women have mothers but only a few of them are lucky enough to become daughters in time. I hugged my mother and I nodded. "A daughter always knows," I said.

Customer Reviews

Another Great Cup of Comfort
What can I say? The Cup of Comfort books bring a smile to my face and this new Mother and Daughters version is no exception. "To Love a Stranger" by Sande Smith tells of a daughter who is now playing the role of mother as she nurses her mother through Alzheimer's. Nancy Massand's "Time Out" is a wake-up about slowing down and smelling the roses with those you love and how a little girl's wisdom saves the day. I thoroughly enjoy "Tea for Two" by R. M Conner reunites a mother and teen-age daughter at odds. This is another heartwarming book. You just cannot get enough of these stories. Why not pick up a copy to give to your mother or daughter for Mother's Day?

Dera Williams

Mothers & Daughters Book Serves Cup of Love
Do you have an aversion to laughing and crying in a public place?
If so, seek a secluded spot to pore over the unforgettable stories editor Colleen Sell collected for A CUP OF COMFORT FOR MOTHERS & DAUGHTERS.
You can't prevent it. Your own heart becomes the setting for this uplifting anthology that celebrates the cherished bond between mothers and daughters.
Excellent story-teller Kristl Franklin reveals an innate secret shared between mother and daughter in "The Demise of Josephine." Humor softens a sad tale: "My kitchen looked like a band of monkeys had used it for survival training."
"Leaving" by Ramona John will also make you smile. "The first time I left my mother, I was five years old."....."I'm running away," I announced.
Lynn Ruth Miller, in "A Mother Knows," says a mother knows everything about you. "You can tell a true mother by the penetrating look in her eye."
In "Fashion Amnesia" Karen Favo Walsh, frustrated by failure buying clothes for her daughter, writes, "I am clueless about teenage fashion. It's a genetic flaw....."
Even if you skip about to find favorite stories sprinkled among the pages of this treasury, inevitably you'll read them all. This fourth installment in the Cup of Comfort series keeps its promise to touch, heal and inspire the reader.

A Wonderful Book!
A literary treasure! My favorite story, "Caroline's Prince" by Inez Hollander Lake was beautifully written by a creative storyteller. The incredible stories in this book are funny, heartwarming, and endearing.