She's been gone 10 years but I fill the void by becoming more like her minute by minute. Buying sweaters at Macy's two days ago, I made sure to let the sales clerk know my husband would need them for our upcoming trip...to Italy. That was my mother, coming out of my mouth. That's sobering enough.
I was born 50 years ago today.
This photo may have been shot on or near my second or possibly third birthday, in the backyard of our house in Phoenix. The old lady was pushing 40 at the time, rather glam in her own cowgirl way. This didn't last. Look at my hand in hers. I can still feel it, or it seems as if I can.
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