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It has been 23 years and a month since my mother died. I think of her every day. Now that so much time has passed, I’m filled with love and gratitude. But it took a full decade after she passed for me to make peace. She taught me to be independent, to stand up for myself, to take risks, and be a big thinker and doer. But paradoxically, my mom was also desperate for me to be married, and never let me forget that I disappointed her. So you might say I owe First Person Singular to her. She was beautiful and amazing, and I’m so lucky to have been her daughter.
Painting by Michael Dumontier and Neil Farber [1]