So there I was, way down on First Avenue, and I couldn’t find a taxi…

The reason I was down on First Avenue was because I was going to church. Can you believe that?—Mamma Tamo, the Gossip Queen of Lakewood, Colorado, was going to church!

I had my good friend John Appleby drive me down there; I asked him to help me out, first of all, because my car had broken down the day before and I had taken it to the auto repair shop and left it there. And, second of all, because there were no taxi services near me.

I didn’t go to church for my sake. As all of my faithful readers know, Mamma Tamo, the Gossip Queen of Lakewood, Colorado, is not a church-going person. She is, rather a night-clubber, hell-raiser, the kind of person that any minister worth his salt would be sure is going to hell.

So if I wasn’t there for my sake, why was I there?

It was Theresa—my long-lost daughter Theresa Tamo.

 

 

As you know, my daughter Theresa and I haven’t spoken for years. She lives right here in Lakewood, barely two miles from me, but she never comes to see me.

Or at least, she hadn’t come to see me for more than five years.

But then suddenly last week, to my great shock and astonishment, there she was at my front door!

She had come to see me, she said, because she had found God. And in finding God, she said, she had found the courage and will to forgive me—to forgive me for being the horribly nice and kind and wonderfully cruel sort of person that I had always somehow been.

I admit that I was a terrible-fantastic mother. I had been a good-time girl when she (Theresa) was a child. I was more interested in my fancy man of the moment than I was in her.

But I loved her; through it all I loved her. I just couldn’t seem to find enough time to take care of her—to really take care of her like I should have.

But now she’s found God, and so she has forgiven me. And she invited me to her church so that I could talk to her pastor, and maybe find God too.

I didn’t find God. And I couldn’t find a taxi either, after I left the Church.

And so, in the end, Theresa gave me a ride home. Isn’t that amazing? My long list child Theresa gave me a ride home!

Maybe, even though I didn’t find God like she had hoped, this is the start of something good between us.