I’m glad you didn’t edit it. Each Proust phenomenon called forth similar memories. Mom gently brushing out my briefly beautiful curls. No amount of hairspray defied gravity, as it stretched its way back to stick-straight. Road trips in the back seat with my sisters. But most of all, thank you for the reminder to be grateful for the blessing of my mother’s presence—still sound in body and mind.
I’m glad you didn’t edit it. Each Proust phenomenon called forth similar memories. Mom gently brushing out my briefly beautiful curls. No amount of hairspray defied gravity, as it stretched its way back to stick-straight. Road trips in the back seat with my sisters. But most of all, thank you for the reminder to be grateful for the blessing of my mother’s presence—still sound in body and mind.
So, so beautiful Anastasia. A wonderful tribute to your Mom.