April 2011
3 posts
“When one door of happiness closes, another opens,
but often we look so long at...”
– Helen Keller
My Mother was fabulous
Recently, I have been confronted with a startling truth. My mother was fabulous. But, by contrast, I’m more of a quirky, plain-Jane type. I stumbled across a picture of my mother in a red negligee on a distant Valentine’s Day. She wore fine jewelry and manicured nails. Her fiery red hair in perfect curls. My mother was a real head-turner. It was impossible not to turn around and stand...