My Mom doesn’t look a day over fifty, even though she is, quite literally, a couple of decades older than that. She wears it quite well, and I remain astounded by her perpetual grace. I learned a great many things from my mother, not the least of which is poise and elegance, and a certain icy, nonchalant disregard to the unimportant aspects of life. Her analytical and scientific background as nurse and professor was a wonder to behold, and her ability to remain unflustered (with the occasionally notable exceptions of dealing with her kids) was something to which I aspired and ultimately achieved.
Today is her birthday, so I am sending out this wish as I plan and plot our Broadway weekend for later this spring. Happy Birthday, Mom!
