There is just something extra special about our St. Martin mothers, primarily because they belong to us. They've taught us age old Caribbean and spiritual morals, fed us Johnny cakes, puddings and tarts, showed up with the offering of their voice to soothe our college woes.
(You know I love photography; the external link above will get you all warm and fuzzy inside.)
What would you want your mother to know right now?
(right before we celebrate our moms on the north side.)
(Not every woman has a mother to celebrate; you may find the external link above helpful)