Some stories belong in my scrapbook and some people belong in our hearts!-Mem

I can't even begin to tell you how much I admire Barack Obama's mother.  A little girl from Kansas had the courage to step outside of her comfort zone, risk the unknown, adventure into a world that most of us only hear about and gave life to an amazing little boy who dreamed of a world that could... and who became an amazing man who still gives us hope that we can! -Mem

Obama’s Young Mother Abroad
Published: April 20, 2011 By JANNY SCOTT  

The photograph showed the son, but my eye gravitated toward the mother. That first glimpse was surprising — the stout, pale-skinned woman in sturdy sandals, standing squarely a half-step ahead of the lithe, darker-skinned figure to her left. His elas­tic-band body bespoke discipline, even asceticism. Her form was well padded, territory ceded long ago to the pleasures of appetite and the forces of anatomical destiny. He had the studied casualness of a catalog model, in khakis, at home in the viewfinder. She met the camera head-on, dressed in hand-loomed textile dyed indigo, a silver earring half-hidden in the cascading curtain of her dark hair. She carried her chin a few degrees higher than most. His right hand rested on her shoulder, lightly.