Helen had a passion for painting, and she had a distinct influence on my great uncle Alson becoming an artist. The dinner party invitation said to arrive at six o’clock, but I was not surprised to open my door to Ellen and Sherrie at .
She specialized in watercolors, but we have a mirror that one art collector characterized as, “The finest piece of ‘river art’ I’ve ever seen.” The panels surrounding the mirror were painted some time during the mid-1880s.... They rang the doorbell at least a dozen times in the thirty seconds it took me to get to the door.
And, eventually, even I could no longer pretend and my house of cards crumpled to the ground, leaving me alone, naked of all pretense, and cast out by my mother.
She's passionate about paleo and organic food, traveling with her kids, and sleeping.
- A dinner party with three individuals from the pre-Civil War era would be both entertaining and extremely informative.
I almost forgot about it, but I have kids old enough to remind me these days.
While my dad will celebrate the day with me a little early, my mom won't be there at all. Those questions require far more words than a simple "estrangement," and yet I find myself little able to answer them. Why doesn't my mother remind me that she will always be there for me?