One Year TodayToday is the 1st anniversary of my mother's death. I never really mentioned this in the past because I didn't want to diminish her memory, but she and I didn't get along well. She lived with me for 18 years and I loved her very much. But we fought often and she simply didn't understand much of what I did or who I was. Even though she, herself, was an artist, she felt my art and writing was a waste of time. She also eternally thought of me as being 12 years old. She never got past the first chapter of Relativity because she was scandalized that there was A HOOKER (!) in the first chapter. Regardless, we had a lot of good times, and had many good talks; she taught me so much, and exposed me to so many things that make me who I am today. There are so many times I've missed her during the past year, and I really wish she was here now.