Yes, that's me. It's one of my most favourite shots of my Mom and I.
She would've been just a bit younger than I am now.
There's a story behind every photograph captured, every snapshot stolen from a moment in time.
I look at this photo, now through...
February 4/1934 - April 21/2005
Five years ago today, I lost my Mom.
I held onto her and told her she could go. I told her it was okay.
She died in my arms.
I had no idea at the time just how damaging that experience would be...
This is my Mom's sewing box.
When I was a little girl, this sewing box fascinated the hell out of me. Both sides lift up and out, like accordion styled wings. I loved to rummage through it and ultimately my goal would always be the buttons. ...