Call your Mom and tell her that you...

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...love her. Miss her. Resent her. Respect her. Idolize her. Agonize over her. Wear the same perfume as her. Can still recall the scent of the coral lipstick she wore in 1977. Would love to get her recipe for Welsh Rarebit. Hope she goes to therapy soon. Remember that Sunday she helped you bury your imaginary friend that she ran down in the driveway. Can’t forgive her yet, but maybe someday.

This old picture of Shirley Maclaine and her daughter Sachiko struck me. Not sure how they get along now, but they were nuts for each other one afternoon.