else in the room had known for a long time - my mother
was something special.
At the time I was about 5 years
old so in my eyes my
mother was everything. She was my protector, my guardian, my teacher, my playmate and anything else a young girl
needed.
This was when I realized that other people also
saw how special she was… and still is.
As far back as I can remember, Mom was always involved
in something that gave something back to the people around
her and it normally involved arts – drama, music, and writing. Mom was, and still is, an artistic force to be reckoned