my mother was born on this date in 1929. i cannot conjure up what she would be like as an 84 year old woman.
in my memory, she will always be 52 and stoically resigned to her fate.
here is a photo of mary's eldest granddaughter. she has always resembled my mother, which has been a great comfort. a sort of consolation prize from the universe.
happy birthday, mama. happy autumnal equinox, everyone else.
