Barbara Bush was a wife to one president and mother to another. She lived a life, I’m sure, full of challenges, both public and private.
Still, she maintained a consistent grace, a certain decorum, . While I didn’t always agree with either Bush’s presidential politics, I always maintained a large measure of respect for her.
At a backyard barbecue in Houston, years ago, an acquaintance brought up the subject of the Bush family, who were then residents in the area. George H.W. Bush, he opined, was pretty easy-going on a lot of things.
Then he took a sip of his cocktail, swallowed hard, and then warned out of the side of his mouth, “But don’t cross Momma Bear.”