My first selfie. With a real camera. Circa 1980. My mother used to ask me a simple question: "Do you love me?" It came from out of the blue -- while she was drying the dishes or reading a book or driving me somewhere. It was puzzling. Why would she ask me that? She was my mother. Of course I loved her. How could she not have known? Daughters love their mothers. It's automatic. I went through most of my teenage years age appropriately denying her details of my personal life, rolling my eyes at he...
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The Huffington Post - 5 May 2015 23:07
My first selfie. With a real camera. Circa 1980. My mother used to ask me a simple question: "Do you love me?" It came from out of the blue -- while she was drying the dishes or reading a book or driving me somewhere. It was puzzling. Why would she ask me that? She was my mother. Of course I loved her. How could she not have known? Daughters love their mothers. It's automatic. I went through most of my teenage years age appropriately denying her details of my personal life, rolling my eyes at he...
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