Driving today, I passed a woman walking. She was about my age, about my height but had a very different look about her. Her hair, shaved on one side (very Cindy Lauper in the "Time After Time" video) was dyed turquoise and the sides were bright pink. She wore baggy, ripped jeans. heavy eyeliner and Doc Marten's. My first thought, "Come on, Lady. You're a bit too old for that." Immediately followed by a second thought, "I wish I had the balls to do that." Then she turned around. She was carrying two Disney Princess backpacks and holding a sippy cup. One small girl, maybe two years old, was playing in the grass in front of her while another, maybe five, was further along on the trail making her getaway. She was a Mom. That shouldn't surprise me since I live in the 'burbs. But it did. I watched as she tried to hold onto the smaller child while yelling at the second to "Stop!" And I immediately felt connected to her. Moms are moms a