I'm pretty sure this was taken at the laundromat in Santa Fe when Mom was visiting me for Thanksgiving. I spent a lot of time at that laundromat (and thus so did Mom). It was next door to the place where I took salsa lessons AND they played the '80s station on XM radio 24 hours a day.
When I'm home and we have a free Sunday, we drive into the mountains. This is somewhere in Appalachia. Who knows. Well ... Mom, probably.
At one of our favorite places - Pure Taqueria. Wish I could be sharing a birthday skinny margarita with you today, Mom.
This photo of Mom - long before there was me - rides with me and Benji everywhere we go, all across the country.
Family vacation - visiting Brother and Family in Tampa
A lot of people's minds narrow and close as they age, but not my Mom. Here she is trying raw oysters, which, for the record, pretty solidly grossed her out. But she tried them anyway. That's my girl.
My favorite happy hour pal. Cheers to you, Mom. Have a wonderful birthday evening.