Today is the day we honor mothers. Our mothers. Our wives who are mothers. Our daughters who are mothers. Our friends who are mothers. The mothers of our friends.
My mother was born on February 8, 1918. She died in 1989, when she was 71, but if she was still alive she would be 108. Pretty amazing, isn't it?
When I was growing up, a friend of my family was an artist. My mother sat for this portrait, which I hang in my study. Happy Mother's Day, Mom. And Happy Mother's Day to all the other moms.
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