My mother’s..
At our wedding reception, while remarking about my wedding vows, my mother’s identical twin sister said something no one’s ever told me..
“You write just like your mother.”
Those six words meant the world to me.
They still mean the world to me now.
My mother wrote plenty.
And some of her best writing were plays she wrote for our church.
Plays that played on multiple sold-out nights.
Our church became known for our plays largely because of my mother’s writing.
What made my mother’s - I mean my aunt’s words especially touching, is that they came from her. Someone who knew my mother, in and out, out and in. Her inseparable best friend.
This was no ordinary compliment.
This compliment carried weight.
A silent commission..
Keep carrying your writing..
Or maybe my mother’s..