Mom had moved out and rented this small house,leaving Dad in our old house.She was always the one who managed,the one wh

Mom had moved out and rented this small house,leaving Dad in our old house.She was always the one who managed,the one who steered us in the right direction.She'd haunted rummage and yard sales to clothe us and stretched chicken casseroles to feed Dad's business associates and our own friends.When we four kids reached college age,she'd taken a job and turned each paycheck over to whichever college we were attending.Now she was alone,except for me.I was the youngest and still lived at home.In the six months we'd lived in this cramped cracker-box of a house,Mom had forged ahead with her life.She returned to school to complete her degree,took a part-time job,and joined a support group for divorced women.