Five years ago, I began posting Momaiku on Facebook. The Dude was twelve. What started as the desperate cry of a woman suffering from post-career stress syndrome became the daily chronicle of our lives together.
Over time, however, my son has grown, and seventeen syllables aren’t enough to describe the man he is becoming.
After much thought and discussion, we’ve decided that it’s time to set the Dude free.
I cannot tell you how much your support and laughter have brought to me. Writing for you has been the bomb. I hope that you’ll join my alter ego at the Mobyjoe Cafe.
Like the Von Trapp kids
The Dude and I wave goodbye
And walk up the stairs
Much love and thanks,
Jeannine Bergers Everett a.k.a. Momaiku