We are talking to each other through goods. Generosity is about finding head space for people, not gifts.
If I still had my mom, I wouldn't be posting about her on Facebook.
I hadn't just flown the nest....I'd outgrown it.
His mother, the heroine of the randomly assorted photo story and the consistent member of most images, aged before my eyes.
Despite complaints that the holiday emerges too quickly, no one seems upset that it ends too soon.
My mom (NOT pictured here) was a seamstress. Maybe that’s too fancy a word: simply, she sewed. She made curtains and culottes, quilts and embroidery and all my costumes. She made suits and ready-to-wear fashion for herself and did prom dresses and wedding gowns for me and my cousins. She did not always know how…
So, it began with the Caggio Gallery’s Brady Street Photo Festival opening. Ah, yes, my first gallery opening. It was stunning. Drinks at the Roman Coin with the posse (who I thank profusely for joining Tina and I out for our event. I used to think I was “kind of a big deal” until I…