My Mother’s Beauty

Thinking of Mom and mothers … My Mother’s Beauty I don’t think anyone ever said of my mother that she was “a beauty.” A childhood photo when she was nine shows a slender and almost delicate girl on pointe in a perfect ballet tutu and pose. Her face is serious. Photos...

Dancing with My Mother

Sharing one of my favorite stories about my mother. She passed away in 2006 and yet I feel close and closer to her than when she was physically with us. This is an excerpt from Seedlings: Stories of Relationships. I offer it as a memory, a possibility that...

The Family Angels

At my mother’s seventy-fifth birthday celebration I realized she was getting really tiny. She’d been shrinking bit by bit each year since she was seventy. Arriving at her present height of less than five feet, she was a small-boned woman with thick white hair,...