By Vicki Sternfeld-Rossi
the Times 

None other, my mother-a Mother's Day tribute


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Between the two of them, they couldn't figure out how to use the new camera.

This was actually the title of an "essay" assigned to my sister for Mother's Day when she was in 4th grade. My mother treasured this master literary work, it was the only childhood memento that she saved from any of us. None of our homemade cards, shell art, lariats or wood carvings made at camp were found among her treasures, just this paper.

The title aptly suited my mother. She was a superstar; I miss her every day. She was a good sport, had a wicked sense of humor, could hold a grudge better than any ten people I know, good cook, great hostess, patient mother, amazing grandmother, daug...

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