I sat in the back corner of a dark coffee house, the only
real light came from a small lamp on the table in front of
me and a small stage area at the front of the room. People
were talking to each other and laughing, greeting old
friends and meeting new ones. In the midst of the commotion there came a tap tap tap on the microphone to get
everyone’s attention and the loud booming voice came
through the speakers and welcomed Kathy Boteler to the
stage to sing for everyone. Out of the shadows came a
tall woman with curly brown hair wearing a green flowy
dress and I grinned because she was my mother and that
was the night that I figured out something that everyone