In Memory of Mom

Mom's birthday today. She's been gone for ten years, but she's still with me. = )

She loved Elvis, gardenias, roses, dancing and the Mets. And us. She taught me how to cook, well, laugh and enjoy the little things in life. Apparently, I was a needy baby, thus, the attachment to mom's hip. I also liked to be rocked to sleep, so they rigged a temporary hammock across the archway in the living room. Mini-me reminds me of my daughter. From birth until two and a half, she was my appendage, which at times, I'll admit, was exhausting. But I wouldn't have traded a moment of that cutie-pie spending quality time with me. And I bet my Mom would've said the same thing.

Me and Mom

Peekskill, NY

1967