For My Mother…



For my mother…

Thank you for reading Sherlock Holmes mysteries to me when I was little…for getting me involved in everything from tennis to piano, from writing to art, from theater to travel…for making the best tacos and the most divine cheesecake…for sitting up with me all night through horrific fever dreams when I was so sick…for leaving Fear Of Flying on your bedside table so I could sneak read it on the down low…for always being an unconditionally safe haven no matter what the story because you trusted me…for teaching me how to drive a clutch and parallel park like a boss…for watching Far From The Madding Crowd, Ryan’s Daughter, A Little Romance, and Camelot with me every single time…for playing Crosby Stills Nash and Young, Simon and Garfunkel, Nina Simone, Buffalo Springfield, Joan Baez, The Beatles, and the soundtrack to Hair, INCESSANTLY…for being the White Rose of Sigma Nu, and in Dad’s garden, and in every garden I will ever see for the rest of my life…for having the most profoundly loving relationship with Grandma Lou even after you and Dad divorced until the day she died…and for being the perfect example of unconditional love so I’d know exactly what my own kids would need the most…massive hearts, curious spirits, open minds, and the intelligence to weave it all together so beautifully.

I am the luckiest.