Recipe: Easy Lemon Cream Cake

By Stacey LittleSouthern Bite

Mother’s Day is this weekend, and for a couple weeks I’ve been struggling with the right thing to write about my dear mom. There are so many happy times, so many lessons, so many stories I could share. But none seems to be worthy of the celebration she deserves.

To tell you the story of my mother, I suppose I need to start by telling you about my father.

Four years ago, on an April afternoon, Mom shared with me that my father had died. We were in the car on the way home from one of my book signings. It was just the two of us. I was emotional, but didn’t cry. I was sad and angry all at the same time. I’d never met him and I found it hard to be sad about the death of someone I had never known. You read that right. I had never met him.At 22, Mom got pregnant and he decided that he wasn’t ready to be a father. So he left. In the wake, I was born to a 23-year-old single mother who lived with her parents.

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