2021

Painting my sweet mother’s portrait brought me closer to her. As a toddler, she would tint whipped cream and encourage me to paint on the walls while taking a bath. She taught me to play the ukulele and was my Brownie troop leader. She ran talent shows at my elementary school. She wrote published children’s books that she had me illustrate. At the young age I was painting, singing and dancing, my mom witnessed the bombing of Pearl Harbor. She helped name my paintings, until Alzheimer’s slowly took her away from me. Painting my mom allowed me to appreciate her life even more. I love and miss her dearly.