Happy Mother's Day -
to all mothers, grandmothers, great-grandmothers, mothers-to-be, wanna-be-mothers, reluctant mothers, transgender mothers, foster mothers, fairy godmothers, wicked stepmothers, unlawful mothers, and mothers-in-law.
Does that cover the gamut?
All jesting aside (possibly), I hope you have a wonderful day.
I was fortunate to have an extraordinary mother. She was my anchor in a sea of chaos and always one of my closest confidants. We had much in common. She was a brilliant pianist and my first piano teacher.
She endured unspeakable physical and emotional abuse from my father.
During my wildly destructive youth I was admittedly not easy to deal with.
Mom was always forgiving and had the endurance of a saint.
I post the same photos every year, mainly because they're among my favorites.
Taken in Red River, New Mexico, during the happiest time of her life - before she was married and long before I was conceived. My mother often (jokingly) said "When I die, bury me in Red River."
I like to think that her spirit is there, where the gentle wind sifts through the aspen trees with whispers of her memory.
Wearing an official Miss Universe dress