My mother the lawyer
(recycled)
My mother hated to be photographed. She always wanted to put it off until she lost 10, or 20, or 30 pounds. Consequently we have very few pictures of her. This is one I like.
Thanksgiving always makes me think of my mother. Thanksgiving was a big deal to us. We used to celebrate her birthday, and my Uncle Moe's on Thanksgiving. It was a Russian custom, or a Jewish custom, or just our family custom to celebrate birthdays in conjunction with some holiday. Mine was Purim, my cousin was Rosh Hashonah. Perhaps the family were just bad at remembering dates.
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What a confident looking woman, though! I hate to say it, but I take the same approach toward photos myself. Oh, there are a few of me in my 20s and early 30s, when I could eat an entire pizza three times a week and not gain an ounce. After I had the kids, photos of me became as hard to find as, well, my feet.
I think you may have just taught me why that's not a good enough excuse.
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