Sometimes you meet someone who feels like a mom to you, a mom that you have known all your life even though you just met that person. I call this type of person “a mother from another mother.” This individual is usually someone who makes such an impression on you that every time you see her, it’s like coming home. That’s what it feels like when I sit down for “it’s 5 o’clock somewhere” hour to have a glass of wine with my neighbor Maureen. She is one of the matriarchs on our street on LBI.

When we migrated, part time, from one of those inland places to LBI (why we waited so long to get here I will never…