Tomorrow is Mother’s Day, so today I would like to honor my mother, Aileen Skrypek.
Right now she and my father are hanging out with our kids in France (they live outside of Boston) while my husband and I spend a few days together in Venice. That’s a good mother.
I love my mom. She’s a crazy Irish lady, but in the best possible way. She grew up on a dairy farm south of Cork, amidst a bunch of cows and seven brothers and sisters. That alone is crazy. Then, one day, upon finishing her nursing studies, she decided to come to the US for a year and met my father after he “accidentally” spilled his drink on her at a “party.” (It turns out that this “party” was actually a bar, but my mother never wanted us to know that she met my father in a bar, so she edited her story a bit. I found out when I was in college!)









