My mother, my older sister, and me. I based this piece on a photograph taken in a photobooth in Grand Central Station in New York City in the early 1960s.

Today is my mother's birthday; she would have been 95. I wrote a remembrance for her last year; the words I wrote then still hold true. I hope you will take a moment to read it.

Tonight, I will enjoy a piece of Monsieur Bon Bon's Secret Fooj in her honor.