My mother Trudy used to tell me about a dachshund she once had. When she was feeling low, she would sit on our front stoop. The dog would join her on the top step and lay his head in her lap. From time to time he would look up at her in brown-eyed sympathy.
|Mary Cassatt’s “Mother and Child Smiling at Each Other”|
Even when we were broke and homeless, she always believed that things were going to look up soon. Her response to my own meltdowns and hissy fits was always the same. “Remember, tomorrow is another day.”
|John Roddam Spencer Stanhope’s “Thoughts of the Past”|
|Judy Chicago’s “Rainbow Shabbat”|