I’ve been thinking about Mom a lot lately; not just because it’s close to our birthdays, but also because I know my eyes are changing. I never realized how brave Mom was; and what an actress! She always seemed upbeat and never let us see her cry. She rarely spoke about her eyes, and never let us see her smoke — I know now because she was afraid we’d confiscate her “ciggibutts.”
Now I realize why she insisted on having l-o-n-g fingernails. (The better to light her ciggibutts, My Dear.) But the one good thing about all this: I’m remembering all kinds of interesting tales to tell you — once I get out of this melancholy state of mind. So … onward!