She had naturally curly hair.
In the kitchen, she twirled in a circle and showed us how ice skaters don't get dizzy.
She said she has a crooked smile, but I never noticed it.
Is there lipstick on my teeth?
Every week she lit a novena candle for us kids; all five of us. Sometimes twice a week.
Oh. And she loved ice cream.
Here are a couple of my favorite tunes, in my "Playlist for Painting": "1901" by Phoenix (does dancing not make you happy?)
And "Two Shoes" by Cat Empire. (Mountain bikers obviously love this song too)
I thank my mom everyday for teaching me to be fearless. She always encouraged me to go out and see the world, and experience as much as I can in this short life. Maybe she was living through me in a way. When my sister was born and I was ten years old, we were sitting on the porch one day and she said, (with a faraway look in her eyes), "I wish one of my kids would go to Alaska; that way I could go there someday." Sounded pretty crazy to my young ears. I never thought of that again, but somehow she must have planted a seed, because that is precisely where I ended up. In a place where I am inspired daily by the landscape and a healthy sense of adventure. Hmm. Fate.