My mother often used old aboriginal or Irish sayings she"d heard from her grandmother, who"d raised her, and I still thought in those terms sometimes, like she did. It was kind of the mother"s curse that her daughter would grow up to be just like her. I didn"t grow up like that exactly, but as I looked in the mirror today at my nose and mouth (but not my beautiful violet eyes, thank golly), I thought, Mom! and then realized what daughters the world over had always known, we are our mothers. Damn.
I knew I had mother issues big time, but she had died so young and I was only seventeen and out on the street for most of my adolescence, missed a normal growing up with innocent dates, a sixteenth birthday party and so on. My mom had missed that about having a daughter, too, a daughter she could
