My mom would have turned 100 today. She was born on November 12, 1925, and I was her youngest child, born to her later in life.  She was an amazing, creative, intuitive, loving person; she was an artist, had high moral standards, and was a beautiful soul.  I loved her fiercely and felt keenly her marginalization as a woman, which turned me into a staunch feminist. She and my dad had a 65 year marriage and were devoted to one another. In the last photo below, you can see the house they lived in for over 50 years.

Here are some links about her on this blog:

Reminiscences of my Mother

A poem I wrote about her:

What I learned from My Mother

Some of her paintings:

Intaglio Prints by my Mother

Artwork of my Mother’s that my Sister’s Have

My Mom’s Abstract Watercolors

A Last Painting of my Mom’s

Some of our favorite recipes of hers on this blog:

Polly’s Mom’s Baked Mac and Cheese

Polly’s Mom’s Oatmeal Raisin Cookies

Polly’s Mom’s Yam and Cranberry Casserole

I try to honor my mother everyday, and I am most grateful for her.

I’m wondering, what will someone be saying about you and me when are (or would have been) 100?