“Self portrait in bed with coffee after getting dressed” (Silver Spring, Maryland)
Today I look a lot like my mother. (Some days I look a lot like my father. And, surprisingly my youngest brother and I look a lot alike though we are half-siblings.) My mother’s friend has told me that I am the most like my mother. My sister says she is the most like my mother. What I know for sure is that my mother and I both think coffee is a comfort food (I’ve been drinking it since I was in single digits, using the instant that was always on the bottom shelf), and we both have a serious jones for jewelry.