I didn’t want to do the traditional mother’s day, so I made a homage that best represents her, when she was young and already set on her course. Not because my mom is gone, nor because I ever was committed to these types of holidays; rather, because although mom was a real person, she was never really whole, and she didn’t get the life she could have had. Her shadows kept her disconnected and unable to connect like one would expect. She passed her weakness on to me – as most parents do. (There are a lot of us out here, the ones who envy the legions of normal families.) I have many memories, many of them good. When I think of mom it is just as likely that I recall black and white, with fewer soft edges to bring her together. It is no offense toward her to acknowledge that she was a person, with demons and laughter in equal measures.