I remember the day exquisitely well. The days – no the months and years before it – are wrapped in some soft-focus, cotton-candy memory, but that day snaps into sharp focus with a clarity that is the result of moments of great impact long remembered. For all those years, my mother was my Mom. Then one day she became a woman. More importantly, she suddenly became a sexy woman. An extremely desirable woman.
I didn’t – that day at any rate – suddenly become a profligate. It was to