Mom was so proud to have me on the radio. She didn’t live to hear “Picture Perfect” or my weekday afternoon shifts, or to follow my newspaper articles, but she used to listen on weekend mornings and never missed “The Lost Chord.” Until last year, I didn’t have any photos of the two of us. Then I found a few at the old house. This one is one my favorites, as clearly we are birds of a feather.
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom.

