Dear Mom


“We form inside our mother’s womb, far from her arms but right beneath her heart.” Patti Davis, The Lives Our Mother’s Leave Us
Over the last ten years, I have had the pleasure of meeting a number of fabulous artists. The one common thread amongst them all is that they all credit their mothers for inspiring their creativity. I am no exception. So, this week, in honor of my mom's birthday next Monday, I dedicate my blog to her.

I have to say my creative gene came solely from my mother. As a kid, she empowered me to try, while giving me the permission to fail, always reminding me that she would be proud of me either way. When I wanted to host my own teenage talk show at the age of 16, she told me to go for it, and I did, hosting a weekly show on WDNA public access radio along with my co-host Albert, now known to many as Father Albert.

As a junior in college, when I wanted to go to New York to intern for a network television show, she encouraged me to apply and traveled with me to New York for my interviews. Later when I started working for "As The World Turns," she moved me into the dorms at NYU for the summer.

So, it should have come as no surprise that when I became an artist, she was right there cheering me on. She was there for my first art show, braving the freezing rain under a flooded tent as we celebrated selling my first bracelet. Twelve years later, she still goes to shows with me, most recently, helping me at The Handmade Market.

As a kid, she never missed a recital. As an adult, she never misses a show, a birthday, a graduation, or holiday. Even if she can’t be there in person, she always lets me know she is there in spirit with a bouquet of flowers and a perfectly penned note.

I remember as a child, my mother’s paintings hanging on the walls of our house. When I was a little older, she converted our garage into a studio and dabbled in stained glass and photography. When I was a teenager, she started her own party planning business and designed custom invitations using the finest papers, ribbons, fabrics, die cuts, and foils. She designed her own line embossed papers long before the scrapbooking world made embossing trendy.

My mother always told me that when I win my first Academy Award I should remember to say that I owe it all to her. The fact is, I do owe it all to her. She not only inspired my creativity and my entrepreneurial spirit, but more importantly, she taught me how to be the mother that I am today. So, Happy Birthday to a great mom! I love you.


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