Though my private and very shy mother would not want her current image plastered on the internet, I don’t think she’ll mind a nostalgic glimpse at the young her, long before my sister and I were even a glint in my father’s eye.
I feel very fortunate to have been raised by this incredibly kind, creative and deceptively tough woman. She provided a buffer from life’s harsher realities, allowing her girls to enjoy the wonder and enchantment of childhood. She buoyed us through many a storm, including her own cancer scare when I was ten. She maintained good humor throughout, quelling our fears. Just prior to her admission into the hospital, a feline brawl necessitated stitches for our cat. My mama sung/quipped, “we’ve a got an injured kitty and I’m gonna lose my titty.” Gotta love her.
My foibles are my own, but everything that is good in me is because of her.
Eddie (R.I.P) and Loretta, my folks, in the early days of courtship.