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I was just 10 years old and moving to a very dangerous city in Ghana. For my mother it was like losing her son. But the managers spoke to my parents and I wanted to be there. All I wanted to do was to continue playing football.
My mother was born in Wilmington, Delaware. She's a U.S. citizen, so I'm a U.S. citizen.
My father 'Pappy' who is black, is from Galveston and Fort Worth, Texas. My mother, who is white, is from San Diego.
My mother, my grandmother, my uncles would play Ethiopian artists like Aster Aweke and Mulatu Astatke all the time in the house.
For an Ethiopian mother, if you have a chubby kid, it means you're doing something good.
If I moved back, my mother would love for me to move in because she absolutely loves her boys. 12 boys. She showers all of us. Would be no problem. She would love to have us back in the house.
There were a lot of little triggers that made me realize that life is now; life is happening while we're preoccupied with stupidities. Of course, growing. Of course, becoming a mother and understanding life from another perspective.
As a legal matter, my mother is an American citizen by birth.
My mother was a Rockette at Radio City.
I was so afraid to go out west to my aunt's ranch. But the only choice my mother gave me was to go for two weeks or all summer. I wound up staying all summer. And that's where I learned about cattle. I could relate to their behavior, their fears.
It's much more work for the mother of an autistic child to have a job, because working with an autistic child is such a hassle until they go to school.
I was very materialistic as a child and I missed not having nice things. My mother drove an old banger - I was mortified every time we drove to school.
Auctions and flea markets are a compulsion I've picked up from my mother and I like the idea of recycling.
My father is very dry and very quick-witted, and my mother is very silly. It was the perfect combination because I got an education in physical and verbal comedy.
A mother will come up to me and say, 'Will you meet my son? He loves you. He watched 'How to Train Your Dragon' a thousand times.'
My mother really pushed me when I was young. I didn't want to go to dance classes, but for some reason, when I was there, I didn't want to come back.
No woman was good enough for me, according to my mother.
My mother was known as the 'bird lady' of the neighborhood. Anything injured, or any unusual creature somebody found, they would always come to our doorstep.
Mother believed that I should have an enormous amount of sleep, and so I was never really tired when I went to bed. This was the best time of day, when I could lie in the vague twilight, drifting off to sleep, making up dreams inside my head the way they should go.
My mother had taught shorthand and typing to support us since my father died, and secretly she hated it and hated him for dying and leaving no money because he didn't trust life insurance salesmen.
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