remembering mother

backyard amazement, 1989

When I was little I designed pages and pages of paper doll outfits by laying my drawing paper over a separate drawing of a female figure, dressing her, then moving the paper and repeating with a different outfit.

My mom thought that I'd grow up to be a fashion designer.

When I was a young mom I painted my children doing their thing. Playing outside, finding bugs, diving backwards into sparkling water, wearing rubber boots.

My mom thought that I should be a children's book illustrator.


I miss you, mom.