Mother’s Day

May 2014 10

How I Met My Dinner, Mother’s Day Tribute: Afternoon Tea

2014 Articles, Alicia Lieu, How I Met My Dinner

by Alicia Lieu

I will not get to see my mother for Mother’s Day this year because I’m in New York and she’s in California, but if I did, I would take her out for a Mother’s Day Tea. When I was packing my bags to return to New York from San Jose, I told her that I wanted to start drinking more tea instead of so much coffee. So she reached into her cupboard and brought out the best quality tea that she had and packed it in my bag. One was a “high mountain” tea from Taiwan and the other was a green tea that she ordered from Equator Coffees and Teas. She had me sample four different teas that night, just so that I could taste and appreciate the difference between good tea and really great tea.

May 2014 10

The Hubbard Affair: A Mother’s Day Mystery Short Story

2014 Articles, Mysteryrat's Maze, Rodent Ramblings, Terrific Tales

by Herschel Cozine

Hi. Nathaniel P. Osgood III here. I live and work in Nurseryland as a private detective. It’s an interesting job to say the least, and brings me in contact with some of the strangest people one could ever hope to meet. People say and do crazy things here. For one thing, they are always losing things. Bo Peep lost her sheep. Cinderella lost her slipper. The kittens lost their mittens. Humpty Dumpty lost his balance. And I have it on good authority that Snow White lost her virginity.

May 2014 10

Peacock: A Mother’s Day Mystery Short Story

2014 Articles, Mysteryrat's Maze, Terrific Tales

by Ron Van Sweringen

The creature was magnificent, its blue and green plumage spread out in the large glass case resting on a rosewood pedestal in the center of the library. Every time Elizabeth Chalmers looked at it she felt claustrophobic. How can it breath in there she thought, knowing full well the bird was dead and stuffed seemed to make no difference. She still wanted to smash the glass and set if free. They had no right to do this to you, or to me.

May 2014 8

Starch: A Mother’s Day Mystery Short Story

2014 Articles, Mysteryrat's Maze, Terrific Tales

by Mary Anna Evans

In those days, on-duty nurses were addressed by their last names, so I was known as “Crain.” I liked the notion of dispensing with “Mrs.” and “Miss,” and all the social baggage that separated women outside the hospital into single girls, married ladies and old maids. The doctors we served were, without exception, male, and we were expected to stand when any of them entered the room, just as gentlemen outside the hospital rose out of respect for ladies. I positively reveled in this perversion of the prevailing custom. If anyone was ever born to be a nurse, I was.

May 2014 7

All Maxed Out: A Mother’s Day Short Story

2014 Articles, Mysteryrat's Maze, Pets, Terrific Tales

by Rosemary McCracken

A chorus of barking greeted me as I entered a room filled with cages. A dozen pairs of hopeful eyes stared at me.
The Toronto Humane Society’s animal shelter was the last place I expected to find myself late that Friday afternoon in May. It had been a hectic spring, a constant round of meetings with my clients and strategic talks with the top brass at Norris Cassidy, the investment firm where I work. Before I knew it, it was my daughter Laura’s seventeenth birthday and I still hadn’t bought her a gift.

May 2013 11

Host a Mother’s Day Tea Party

2013 Articles, Diana Bulls, Food Fun

by Diana Bulls

Nothing says Spring or Mother's Day, like a tea party. Drinking tea was once a lost ritual in the U.S., but it is now making a comeback. The specialty tea market has grown and tea shops can be found all over, even in cities like Fresno! Tea can be sweet or savory, spicy or fruity and it has depth and flavor. Tea is for people of all ages, and especially for those people who like to feel warm and fuzzy on the inside.

May 2013 11

If Mama Could See Me: A Mother’s Day Mystery Short Story

2013 Articles, Mysteryrat's Maze, Terrific Tales

by J.R. Chabot

I have my own room. Of course, since Mamma died, the whole house is mine. Mamma left me the house and the money. But this room is really my own. I grew up here. All my treasures and all my secrets are here. My father left before I remember, so it was always just Mamma and me. And now she’s gone.

May 2013 11

Pelican Spring: A Mother’s Day Mystery Short Story

2013 Articles, Mysteryrat's Maze, Terrific Tales

by Paula Gail Benson

The quest for scholarships is a rite of Spring, but in my twelve years as a law school admissions director, I had never seen a situation like this one.
I’d attended plenty of meetings with potential students, seeking to optimize their chances at partial or full scholarships. What I had not previously encountered was a student-parent-financial-package-tag-team.

May 2013 11

The Mama Factor: A Mother’s Day Short Story

2013 Articles, Terrific Tales

by Paula Gail Benson

For four months, in February of my sophomore year in high school– now almost thirteen years ago– I decided that for all practical purposes my life had ended at age fifteen. I wasn’t being overly dramatic, just realistic. What hurt the most was the fact that the end was my own fault.

May 2013 8

The Dead Lady’s Coat: A Mother’s Day Mystery Short Story

2013 Articles, Mysteryrat's Maze, Terrific Tales

by Joan Leotta

My widowed Mom’s delight is treasure hunting. She is a regular at thrift shops and spends most of her Saturday morning at garage sales. She does not confine the pleasure of her bargains to herself, but often buys items and gives them away. "I just knew it was right for “blank blank” so I had to buy it," is how she usually begins her post garage sale call to me every Saturday. Last week, my name is the one that filled in the blanks.