Mom and Dad were standing at the counter, rolling little meatballs in their hands.

Mom raised a hand and stood very still.

Mom stood at the edge of the pooi snapping pictures.

It's the 30-day deadline, Mom is standing there, tears are flowing, she wants her son to go back to school.

Mom and I stood to one side, to give the Lady plenty of room to do what she was going to do.

Mom closed the refrigerator door and stood blocking it.

Mom had been standing across the living room with Bruce, who was being interviewed by another reporter.

Mom stood up and put her data on the big screen.

Mom stood above him with one fist drawn to her chest and the other poised to strike.

Mom just stood in the doorway, her mouth hanging open.