PERSONAL ESSAY

A Mother By Any Name

How growing up without my mother was the greatest gift

Oh, that smile. (Author’s Images)

When asked how she fit in our family, I didn’t say nanny, housekeeper, or friend. She was Augie — though that wasn’t her name.

We were the only family I knew who had a nanny in Thunder Bay, Ontario through the 1970s. The community consisted of stay-at-home…