My Mother’s Shells
My mother (the aptly named Grace) never learned how to swim but she loved walking on the beach. She collected shells and beach glass everywhere from the Jersey shore to the south of France. She kept them in this huge glass container (which I dusted off for this photo); I keep it in a prominent spot in my home. I have great respect for my mom. She lived in a difficult era–depression, war, and “a woman’s place was in the house”. She had ambitions, some of which were realized and some not. I owe a lot to her. I only hope I’ve been half as good to a tech-savvy millennial and I hope she remembers her grandmother on this day.