I dreamed I saw my mother. She didn't say anything but she met my eyes. We held each other's gaze. I said, "There you are, I've been looking for you."
My husband had to be in Paris, again. I certainly didn't want to be home alone, although I have plenty of work to do. So I tagged along. Happy to be anonymous, although terribly strangely homesick for the life that tethered me and yet taught me so much these passed years.
What a bummer. Is nothing sacred? I suppose it's better than profanity.
I do miss her so. And, funny, her demented persona was so vivid, that I have a hard time conjuring "normal" mom. I suppose that will come.
"I love you all"
"I had the best life anyone could have had"
Mop and Broom Horse/Man, Rue de Sevres
At least some things are certain. They're still smoking....
Sex still sells.
And love prevails.