Self-Portrait Tuesday - Personal History 2

That is my mom, with a red horse amidst the red rocks and red dirt of western Oklahoma, where she grew up. The wind always blows there. I don't know if that was her horse and I don't know if those were her sheds, or if she even knew whose they were. I don't know who took these pictures either, but I've always loved them... the browns and the blues, my mom, so young and pretty. I am a lot like my mom. Our lives have run a lot of parallels, both in ways that one would expect and ways that one would not. Since becoming a mother myself I have a new perspective of her, a clearer understanding of the way she felt about me and my siblings; why she cried when my older sister left for college.

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